Two a.m. on Christmas morning with near whiteout conditions. Everyone else is snug in bed, I thought.
But I was an aircraft mechanic, and the job didn’t stop for the holidays. I had no choice but to get myself to work.
The snow was heavy as I pulled off the expressway. I gently pumped the brakes. My van skidded. I lost control. I clutched the wheel, sliding until the highway median stopped me in my tracks.
I caught my breath, and then revved the engine. The tires spun in the snow. I was stuck. I’d need a push to get back on the highway. No way could I do this alone. I looked out the windshield. Alone, that’s exactly what I was. It seemed hopeless.
Headlights shone through the snow. A car pulled up. Five strapping, college-aged men climbed out. “Need a push?” one asked, and all five got to work.
With a good heave-ho my van was back on the highway, and I was on my way to work. I was in good company: God’s job didn’t stop for the holidays either.
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