It was about this time last year when I had a bearing fail on my steering axle and realized just how vulnerable we as drivers are to attending our own crash site. I’m no exception to this – especially when something breaks or parts fail to live up to my expectations. Remember back in August when we were full into summer and the days were long and mostly hot, and our patience, for the most part, was short and quick to flair.
Now that summer is behind us and the short months of fall are here, what did we miss? Excuse me? What are you talking about? I’ve been doing my maintenance… well, sort of. Wow! Now that I have got that off my chest, let’s see what else we can stir up this month. Many of life’s simplest rewards are received by those who spend their time sprinkling tid-bits of goodwill wherever they go, not by taking from the joy of others. Most people forget charity, but a charitable act can come at no cost to the giver and give great value to the person who receives it. That driver you helped may go on to be the person that helps someone else who helps you back. When you act on the behalf of the other person you never know if the driver you save may become a friend for life. All these years later, I still think it’s a pretty good rule to live by.Īny of us would want someone else to watch out for our stuff, but in times of need, are you the one that steps up and looks out for someone else? It may be raining and the wind is cold, but the driver backing in next to a truck two doors down is having difficulty – so why don’t you be the one to help? Yeah, I know, it’s not your truck, but what if it was? Wouldn’t you want someone to look out for your equipment? I don’t care whether you own the truck or not, if we don’t take the time to help each other out here, none of us will survive in this world for very long. If you’re not familiar with the golden rule, it goes like this: do unto others as you would have them do unto you. We savored that taste and associated it (the bread) with good times. My mother made us memorize “the golden rule” until it was as familiar as the scent of fresh baked bread. I remember growing up on the farm in the 60s and 70s.
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