While he was going to school, my brother worked for some fire safety company. He was able to make available fire extinguishers at his cost to family members. We put one in a closet in the living room, and one in the minivan. After the adventure on Malad Pass, I didn’t discount the possibility that the one in the vehicle might be needed someday.
And then “someday” came. We were travelling south on 1-15 when I noticed a vehicle pulled over on the northbound side. The hood was up, and you guessed it, flames were leaping. Courageously, we took the nearest exit and worked our way back to the vehicle, fire extinguisher at the ready.
Disappointingly, by the time we arrived, the fire had died out. The driver had empty a couple of water bottles on it. However, she was still stranded, so we were able to give her a ride to where she could contact someone. (Again, prior to the wide use of cell phones.)
I’ve never seen another vehicle on fire since. It’s a shame that engines catchingfire are not as common as I expected now that I had the means to take care of one. Okay, maybe not a shame, but still. . .
Because I was more alert, and sensitive to the plight of the stranded motorist, my DH found that regular trips could be side-tracked. (Note: we used prudence.) One day we were travelling east on 45th in SLC and I noticed a woman with about three children walking down the middle of the road where it went under the freeway. I could see the panic in her eyes as she searched for a break in the traffic to get her children to safety.
While we drove to find a place to turn around, we saw her stranded vehicle in the meridian. I wondered how long she had sat there, hoping for rescue before being faced with the dangerous option she was now caught up in.
We piled her and her children into our minivan and gave them a ride to where she needed to go pick up an older child, and then to her house. She was so thankful and wanted to do something for us. That is when we began saying, “We were glad that we were able to help. Just pass it on.”
This potential multiplying factor is when random acts of kindness become powerful.