An interesting little story, because I love stories. Read into it what you will, but when things like this happen, you gotta wonder....
On Friday, I had to pick something up at a friend's house. It was in an area of the city that I'm not very familiar with. After I left her house, instead of going back the way I came, I thought I'd go another way that I thought would be faster (uh huh...)
I turned left when I should have turned right, and then I got a little lost (not THAT lost, don't worry). By the time I realised I had turned the wrong way, it was POURING down rain. I was in a very rural area and there were no visible houses, few roads and lots of trees. With no signs around, all I knew is that I was going the wrong way and that I had to turn around. So, I turned around. And as I was heading back in the other direction, my driver's side windshield wiper popped off it's arm and got itself wedged right under the other windshield wiper. With the rain coming down so hard, I couldn't see I thing. I pulled into the first road I could see.
I was on a dirt road, no houses, no mailboxes, no people, no nothing. I was fine, not worried. I pulled my hood up, jumped out of the truck and took a look at the windshield wiper. Never having this happen before, I wasn't sure I could figure it out. But, after only a handful of seconds, I popped it back in and clipped the clip.
Click.
"Did you get it?"
What? I looked up and there was a man standing right in front of my truck.
"I got it"
"Let me check."
The man was middle aged, dark haired and yellow toothed. He smiled at me and said, "I'm not leaving until I know you got that thing on there right."
I stood back and let him examine my work. He had no umbrella, no dog to walk, nothing. He was out for a stroll in the rain?
He looked at me, nodded his approval, and asked me to test the wiper before he left. I obliged. The wiper worked fine.
"Great!" he said, "now, make sure to remember how you did that in case you ever have to do it again!"
I laughed and thanked him, got in the truck and started to drive away. When I looked in the mirror, he was gone.
Just gone.
Maybe he ran to get out of the rain, had somewhere to be and I missed noticing in what direction he went. It wasn't until a little while later, I started repeating it all in my head, asking myself, 'where did he come from?' and, 'that was pretty incredible timing Lyndsay, wasn't it?'
The rain stopped right after that.
Now, I know better than to believe in certain things, but I also take comfort in believing that not everything is an accident. At the end of a week that was filled with sad news, illness, and hurting, I needed that guy to make sure I was alright. What I truly believe happened here doesn't even matter, except that it made me feel good in my heart.
And isn't that all we really want?
Lyndsay is a family and children's photographer based in Tantallon, Nova Scotia. She loves story telling, rainy days and things that make her feel happy.