I have locked my keys in the car a couple of times, most recently at a gas station. I must have bumped the automatic door lock as I got out. When I finished pumping the gas and realized the problem, I went inside to use the phone to get help for an extra set of keys. The people in charge said no one was allowed to use their phone. What? That was their company policy. I then pointed out my car would be blocking their pump for many hours otherwise. It took the two small-thinking people running that place five more minutes to decide I could make a call. The keys arrived and I left a little wiser, I hope.
Apparently, other people do this, too. Recently country singing star Carrie Underwood had to deal with her infant son and dogs accidently locked in a hot car. Right after she shut the car door, her dogs stepped on the power door lock and with the click sound, her child, purse and dogs were locked inside. She called her brother-in-law and he broke the window to get in. All turned out OK.
In response to this news item, TV show host Kelly Ripa told this story: She had just put her six-month-old child in the car and gave him the car keys to play with while she put her groceries in the trunk. Then she heard the click! It meant he had touched the automatic lock and she was locked out. He was inside.
She called the police and they worked and worked, but couldn’t open the door with their break-in tool. It was getting hot inside, she was sure. A man pulled up in a car and asked if he could help. In about 15 seconds he popped the door open. Her thought was, he must be a professional, but whatever, the car was open and her child was safe.
These stories came at a time when a friend sent me this, all in the same vein:
When God sends you help, never ask questions! She had hurried to the pharmacy to get medication and when she got back to her car she found that she had locked her keys inside.
Looking around, the woman found an old rusty coat hanger left on the ground. She picked it up, looked at it and said, “Oh no, I don’t even know how to do this!” Tears came to her eyes and she bowed her head and asked … “God please send me some help!”
Within five minutes, a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, driven by a bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag. He got off the cycle walked over and asked her if he could help.
She said, “Oh, yes please! My daughter is very sick and I’ve locked my keys in my car. I must get home as soon as possible. Can you please use this old hanger and try to unlock my car?”
He smiled and said, “Why sure!”
He walked over to the car and in less than a minute he had the car door open.
She hugged the man, and through tears said, “Oh thank you God for sending such a very nice man to help me!”
The man heard her little prayer and replied, “Lady, I am not a nice man! I just got out of prison yesterday and I was sent to prison for car theft!”
The woman hugged the man again, sobbing. Now she turned her head to the sky and said, “Oh, thank you dear God! You even sent me a professional!”
Now is God great or what?
May you never need this kind of help!
(Melanie Behrens – marysvillejt.com)
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