I hate driving in the rain. Puddles are traumatic.
In May of 1994 I was driving my little darling of a car and working women's retail. I got a call that my gradfather was touch and go and my mother and I needed to get to Midland. I was upset, I decided to take short cut home through a neighborhood. Did I mention it was a dark rainy night? Well it was. And those little crosseyed lights were not doing their job. I didn't care I was an invincible 18 year old. I splashed through the puddles and was sure the short cut was the right route. The water got deeper. I had forgotten about that little creek and the bridge. It wasn't much of anything, when it wasn't raining. The water got deeper, scary deep. There was that moment where I knew the car was about to stall. I had a choice push it, let it glide forward or try and turn and let it die as I straddle two lanes. I pushed forward right over the bridge.
Completely abandon again I knew it was up to me.
Three minutes later, it had to be no more than three minutes. A beat up truck blaring Metalica came rolling to a shuttering stop at the water's edge. There was that moment where I hesitated thinking I would wait for the next superman. Then I knew...I don't get to pick my superhero. So hanging out of the car window with my dress floating around my chest I waved and screamed in the driving rain like a mad woman. The scariest trio hopped out of the truck. Long hair mullet loving tattooed lean men toppled out of the truck and screamed, "Hold on I'm coming."
Fear, elation, and relief gripped me. I had been holding my purse above my head the entire time...didn't want to get my purse wet. I know prissy. But my arm was killing me. The guys had one of those old fashion tows on the front of the truck. They wrapped up their buddy and sent him in the water after me.
He shuffled and swam my way, shouting over the storm to stay in my car. I did, purse in the air and dress gathered around my chest floating. He was there in what felt like a blink of an eye. He stood waiting for me to get out, stabilize my footing. He held onto me and made sure my grip was tight on the rope around his chest. I got to the water edge and the other men held out hands to help me out of the water. They asked if I needed a ride home.
It was a night of lessons. Not only about the importance of dressing for anything, and keeping your car in good condition but about not judging others. Being willing to ask for help and being ready to be turned down, but keep asking you will get it eventually find your hero.
Have you ever gotten saved by an unexpected hero when you least expected it?