The Three Samaritans

Once Upon a Time there was a little mom who got stuck in a big hole. She was driving her MAV (Mom-Assault-Vehicle) around town, taking the kidlets to get haircuts, running errands, and buying chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate.


On her way to the very luscious and astonishing chocolate establishment (named The Chocolate. And it is.) she skittered across its ice-slick parking lot and drove her front tires right into a puddle. But it wasn’t just any puddle. Oh no. The little mom had found the Puddle of Death. 


The Mav had swamped itself in an ice-fishing hole a good 10-inches deep. Maybe 12. If you jumped in you would go straight to China. What it was doing in the middle of a chocolate parking lot was anyone’s guess. But that was irrelevant, because the mom was stuck and anyone’s guess wasn’t going to help.


Well, it so happened that Once Upon a Time three really awesome guys were repairing a sign in front of The Chocolate. They were big. They were burly. They drove large testosterone-filled vehicles and had great lengths of rope and pocket-knives on their utility belts just for fun. No sooner had the little mom rolled down her window and yelled “Hey! I’ve fallen into the Puddle of Death. Do you suppose you could triple-handedly pop my car out of this crevasse before I fall to China?” then the burly men whipped out their boy-scout knot-tying expertise, sheep-shanked the mom’s bumper to one of their trucks (red) (of course), and pulled her out of that ice hole like that’s what they came there for.


Well the little mom shouted for joy and offered to buy the Awesome-Sign-Repair-Guys chocolate from The Chocolate for their help, but the men refused. No, it was all in a day’s work for them. “You just run along now, little lady, and don’t fall in any more holes.” Then they waved, and that was that.


Good Samaritans are everywhere, if you think about it. They help little moms and big kids, big dads and little teenagers. Maybe if I pay it forward, my good deed will eventually make it back around to my three awesome burly guys. I don’t know how they happened to be there at just the right moment with just the right equipment for what I needed, but they were pretty much my superheros that day.


So here’s a shout out to you, Awesome-Burly-Sign-Repair-Guys! Y’all have a great one. Next time I’m at a dessert establishment, I’ll eat some chocolate in your honor. It’s the least I can do.


The End.