I was working out in Calgary and commuting from a small community 5o miles away, Beiseker, Alberta.
I was staying with a couple of my sons and a grandson and so was away from my wife and family who
lived a further hundred miles south east. I had wanted to go and spend some time with them but was low
on gas funds. I had gotten up early and headed into Beiseker for a coffee. My grandson had asked me
the night before "grandpa are you going home for the weekend?" I said , " I would love to but am short
on gas." As we were all in the same predicament, I knew that I would be staying in Beiseker as well for
the weekend, Or so I thought. Earlier in the week I had purchased a tire patching kit as I had had a flat
tire on a trailer I was using. This kit contained what you would call a plug. That is a piece of rubber
that you put on a thing that is needle like and insert it into the hole in the tire. I had found them
to work quite effectively. I had this repair kit in my tool box in the trunk of the car when I went
for coffee. Upon arriving at the service station , I noticed a large gravel truck with a pup trailer
pulled up alongside the air pump. A Pakistani truck driver was trying to put air in one of the rear
tires on the pup trailer. He was on his cell phone chatting with someone in a discouraging tone of voice.
I walked over to where he was and noticed that the air pressure read only thirty pounds. I then tried
to get the pressure guage to read higher as his truck tires could hold at least ninety pounds. He
kept looking at me as if I was some kind of nut. Where I put my hand on top of the rear tire as I was
trying to set the machine, I could feel air coming out. By the grace of God, I had my hand on the
exact location of the leak. He was still chatting away in his language to someone on the other end.
I motioned to him with my hands, which meant, ah, wait a minute, I think I can help you. Of course
he didn't have a clue as to what I was talking about. I walked over to my car and grabbed my tool
box and returned to where he was still looking at me incredulously. I then motioned to him as best
I could that I think that I could alleviate him from distress, and help him get on his way. I pulled the plug from my tool box and after rasping the area with a tool that comes
along with the kit, I inserted the plug. I cut the excess material off at tire level and then
checked the pressure in his other tires on the trailer. Sure enough, they were ninety pounds. I
began to fill his tire with air to the ninety pound mark and upon doing this , placed some saliva on
the leaking spot and lo and behold, no leak. I then obtained some water from the service station
to double check and praise God the plug worked! I said to the fella, now you can keep working, have
a great day. He said, what do I owe you, I said nothing. He then pulled out his wallet and handed
me a twenty dollar bill. You could tell by the change in his voice in talking to the fellow on the
line as well as his picturesque smile that he was a happy camper. That gave me enough gas money
to make it home for the weekend. As I didn't go back to Beiseker to tell the rest of the fellows
what had happened, they were surprised to find me not there when they awoke. When I came back
early Monday morning to pick them up for work in Calgary my grandson said, "grandpa where were you
all weekend, I said, I went home to Champion, he said, I thought that you didn't have any gas money. I
said I didn't but God blessed me with an opportunity to fix a fellow's tire in Beiseker who gave
me twenty dollars for my effort. Have we got a wonderful God or what!
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