When asked, “What are you thankful for?” most people respond with some variation of “my wonderful family and friends.”
I am no different, but this Thanksgiving I got to add to the list: “Kind strangers.”
My Sunday before Thanksgiving was always going to be a busy one. It was to start with the 8:45 and 11 a.m. services at DeWitt Community Church — I began singing in the choir as bass soloist/section leader this past September — and continue with a 2:30 p.m. rehearsal and 4 p.m. service at Bethany Baptist Church in DeWitt, where we would join the church’s gospel choir in worship and song. I would have to say “no thanks” to the dinner being generously offered by Bethany Baptist, in order to give myself time to get back to Eastwood and lay out the week’s edition of the Eagle Bulletin.
It was sure to be an enriching day, and I was very much looking forward to the two hours that separated the services at DCC and the rehearsal at Bethany Baptist, which would allow me to run home to my James Street apartment to make lunch and catch a breather.
Thanks to some impromptu car trouble, these hours ended up being the day’s most eventful.
On my way home from the second DCC service, I decided to stop at Ollie’s Bargain Outlets on Erie Boulevard. It was on the way, and as I’m new to apartment living, I needed a few things.
After a quick run through Ollie’s, I was back in my car. When I turned the key, the engine didn’t turn over. Some lights went on, and the air conditioning was still running, leading me to believe I had run out of gas.
With time against me — it was now 12:30 and I had to be at Bethany Baptist by 2:30 — I called my roommate, Jake.