Too this, Too that, Too the other thing

Dateline: Somewhere in East Tennessee:
Yesterday it came a toad strangler of rain and I was running late for an appointment with a potential publisher, so I took a shortcut across the backside of the mountain, I hung a hard left, hit the main road and I was gone like a shot. About a quarter way down the mountain it got damn near impossible to see the road and I considered pulling off and letting the rain slack up, but like I said I was running behind so I kept on motoring.

There, right there on the side of the road was this guy rolling a tire along, as much as you can roll a flat tire, but the toad strangler rain was shaping up to get somewhat nastier, so I pulled off the road and offered him a ride. You could tell dude was thankful, he slung the tire in my trunk when I popped it open and he climbed in the passengers seat looking for all the world like a drowned gerbil.

I asked him how long he had been out there, 'Oh, about forty five minutes." he told me and I was like 'Damn!"
"Dude how manycars passed you?" I asked, he laughed a little and said "Maybe fifty or sixty"
All I could do was shake my pointy little head. He looked at me and said "What?" Itold him I was just thinking about something and I was.

I was thinkng about how callous people have become...I mean, there this guy is, rolling a tire along the side of the road, risking his neck and in a crappy rain storm to boot, just to get his tire
fixed and back on his car and do you think anyone would stop to help him. NO!

Long story short, I took the guy down to Maude's, we got coffee and got his tire fixed and then I took him BACK UP the mountain to where his car was, by then the rain storm had slacked off to a drizzle and it didn't take him long to get the tire back on and rolling again. In the interim I called the potential publisher and explained what I was doing and he wanted to get all girly bitchy nasty with me, so I told him he could get on his knees and explained what part of my anatomy he could minister to and hung up on the bitchy little fuck.

NO,NO,NO, DO NOT under any circumstances tell me I'm a nice guy, I might be, but that is a subject discussed much later.

WHY didn't anyone else help? Were they Too busy? Too scared to pick someone up? Too Good to get their upholstery wet, or just maybe too fucking self involved Hmmmm?

Our natural compassion for others has gone the way of the honest politician, ooopppssss, I meant dinosaur, there has never been an honest politician. Sorry!

Anyway...Think about THIS, the next time, it might be YOU that is out there, stranded and alone and yer damn cell phone don't work in that area and YOU are going to be the one that needs help...WHAT goes around COMES around, remember that the VERY next time you see someone in deep shit and you just pass on by.

Yeah, yeah, I blew a sweet deal with that potential publisher, I knew it, but I would rather blow a sweet deal than have to look myself in the mirror and know that I hung somebody else up just to feed my paranoia, my ego or my callousness.

I'm NOT done YET! This is just the first installment on comments on the human condition...