Blow Out on the Road to Topeka

Because State Hwy 24 is narrow, and the back left tire blew out, Dave worked under the RV. 

KDOT worker Mike, who was on his way home from work, stopped to help us out. He used his official "Hey! Slow down to 45mph!" flag with mixed results. 

Really dead tire

Mike's truck with yellow flashing lights, followed by Deputy Hamm's patrol car with his flashers on as well.

  

"What's wrong?", I asked, as Dave quickly swung onto the shoulder.
"We blew a tire," he said, mesmerized by the blue smoke and disintegrating bits of rubber spreading themselves across the highway behind us, praying the other tire would be able to take the increased pressure of our house rolling along upon it. 
As we were standing on the side of the road as traffic zoomed on by seeming to take little notice of Mikes orange flag nor the flashers on his or Deputy Hamm's vehicle, Mike wistfully said that in two years when he retires from KDOT, he will be moving to a quiet spot where there is no traffic. His job for the past 28 years has been working on the highway system around the Topeka, Kansas, area in what we were experiencing as he helped out strangers, namely, loud cars on a busy highway.

Deputy Hamm came because Dave called 911. Mike just showed up because we needed him and he was there. God does that, too - He comes when we call Him, but He also just shows up whenever we need Him. We are all called to serve one another, it is especially sweet when perfect strangers are there to help, expecting nothing in return. For us, these particular strangers were indeed just perfect.