The Dilemma

Okay, I haven't written anything in nearly a month. I'm such a bad blogger. haha! Sorry.

Yesterday, I was driving back from taking my mom and sister a Band Aid to help sooth a blister they had acquired while walking their 7 mile route. As I was driving, I noticed a car parked on the side of the road. Typically, that wouldn't be worth writing a blog about, but this car had its dome light on!!!! *gasp* I kept driving, thinking that they'll be more responsible next time. For some reason, this really didn't remove my feeling of needing to go tell someone. I pictured them trying to jump start their car at midnight when they're leaving their friends' house. Why would they have to be jumping their car? Because I didn't help them. At this point, I felt way too guilty to keep driving. I turned the car around and went back to the house. I got out of the car and went to the door. I knocked on the leaded glass. It seemed like an eternity before someone answered, but sure enough, I soon saw an obscured figure coming to answer my knock. It was a lady in her mid 40's. I told her that I had noticed the dome light having been left on. She exclaimed, "Oh, God bless you! That is sooooo kind of you. We would have been out there, late tonight, trying to jump it." This made me feel like it was all worth it. I single handedly saved the world from utter chaos. No need to thank me, I'm just doing my job.

So the next time you see someone's lights left on, remember: "Only you can prevent dead batteries."

Brent the Magnificent