"Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they
reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?" (Matthew 6:26)
About ten minutes into my journey, I began to feel my car pull towards the center of the road. Immediately I wondered if the tire had flattened, so I pulled into a dark parking lot that was set close to the road. It was raining outside and by now it was around 10:00 p.m., so any hopes of finding an open garage was next to impossible. I exited my car and true enough, the tire was flat. What was I going to do??? The area which I found myself in was kind of remote minus a few closed buildings, with a dark park across the street and a very small, shack-like bar (that I only noticed later). Immediately I began to text and make phone calls for assistance but to no avail. I was stuck, plain and simple. And yes ladies, I wanted to cry but I didn't. Instead, as I sat in my car listening to the rain dance on the ceiling, I said a quick prayer.