There I was, driving the U-Haul with trailer for drop off in Phoenix. Yes, my family got their house in Buckeye!
After U-Haul, I’d be catching a Greyhound back to San Bernardino and my little green Kia parked near the station. I know it’s not usual, but I’ve been saying prayers it’s still parked there. Two days on a street with no visible parking restrictions. I’m hopeful.
Likewise a prayer or two for my incompletely registered RV that’s in the process of being properly titled, and parked across from the care facility that caused my mother to be returned to the hospital for some additional care. It’s been there a week but so have several other RVs parked in “chorus line” queue across from it Fingers crossed I’ve got till Monday.
So, anyway, on the way to U-Haul, I exited the freeway in Phoenix right before the hitch on the trailer I was hauling disconnected itself. Luckily, I had made the last leg of the journey from Buckeye to Phoenix (about 40 miles) without it happening.
After numerous honks from passing truckers and a very definite pointing gesture from a motorist who pulled alongside, I turned onto a side street to see what was going on.
The trailer had not just come loose, but the hitch wouldn’t lock down the right way. I noticed that, conveniently, a trucker had exited onto the same side street and was unloading a vehicle at a business two doors down.
I asked if he could take a look. He attempted to re-attach the trailer but it was obvious the fix was not secure. “How far you going?” he asked. I checked my Google map. “Just two more miles. My daughter and grandson are waiting for me there.”
“Well, you’re going to have to drive realll carefully ‘cuz if you even hit a speed bump the wrong way, it’ll come off again.” “Thanks so much for helping!” I said, moving back toward the U-Haul. “How far you come with it loose?” he asked. “I guess somewhere between here and Buckeye.” “Really!” His astonished look was not lost on me as I reflected on how differently things could’ve played out. And how serendipitous it’d been that he had turned onto the same street right behind me!
I continued on very slowly but it wasn’t long before a speed bump appeared. Reverse is not really a viable option with a trailer on the back so I stopped on the other side of the bump and re-attached the trailer as good as possible, then made my way back onto the main road and crept along in the right lane until I spotted the Circle K on the left side of the street where my daughter and grandson waited.
As I made the lane changes to the cacophony of horn honks that ensued, I came to rest at the pump behind another driver filling up his truck.
Evidently, he had noticed me pull in and let me know the trailer had come loose. I told him I already knew and that I’d be dropping off the equipment shortly. He waved his hand and said he didn’t speak very good English, then went and got a hammer, showing it to me quizzically.
“Yes!” I said, giving him a ‘thumbs up’ and followed him back to the hitch. With a couple of quick swings of the hammer, he had gotten the hitch straightened out and the trailer securely back on.
“Me llamo Kristina,” I said. “Francisco,” he answered. “Muchas gracias, Francisco!” “Have a good day,” he nodded. “You too!” I smiled as my grandson walked toward the U-Haul.
Just that quickly, the moment of serendipity was over. Francisco, whatever his immigration status, had ventured to matter and to be of help without question or political filters and agenda. I said a prayer for both he and the other driver I had failed to ask the name of.
And, once again, I had affirmation of being looked out for on a road trip that could’ve happened way differently from Buckeye to Phoenix.
It was also a reminder that each of us are each other’s angels and deliverance – no matter what we imagine God’s preferences and hierarchy to be of our humanity.
We are one on the same journey, on the same mission, with the same free will and needs to be filled. How we fill those needs and exercise our free will is what brings us together as one cosmic force or dissipates and shatters us into shards of discord, ego and what might have been had we not given place to a need or belief to feel chosen and entitled at the expense of the rest of God’s creation.
Either way, it is when we choose to be the light that we know and feel God’s presence within us. And when that feeling takes hold, so does the light that shines for all to see and witness; to become and share.