Everyday it seems like all I hear on the news are stories of murder, robbery, war, and bickering between politicians. And then, a stranger does something out of the kindness of their heart that restores your faith in humanity. That stranger’s name is Melissa.
Let me back up.
Today, I headed out on a bike ride. My initial plan was to do laps around Reeds Lake. Because it is so close to home, I didn’t bring my cell phone. I hate bringing my phone because I hear it ding or feel it vibrate every time an email comes in and I want to escape from work on my rides. However, halfway through my ride, I thought that it was such a beautiful day that I would ride out to Cascade to add on some extra miles.
Well, I got to the furthest point from home, about 6 miles from the house, and my bike broke. I’m not talking about getting a flat time. I’m talking chain snapped ripping off the rear derailleur. Even MacGyver couldn’t fix this one. Thankfully, the break didn’t cause me to lose control of my bike and I just coasted to a stop. 6 miles from home. With no cell phone.
In comes Melissa. She was turning onto the next side street and started waving to me. She lived in the first house on the side street, so I walked up the driveway to ask to borrow a phone. Apparently, she was waving because I look like a guy named Caleb that does a lot of biking in the area. Any ways, she was more than happy to let me borrow a phone. I called Jennie to rescue me, but she was still at work (which is at least an hour away) and doesn’t get cell reception there.
Melissa then insisted on driving me home. I told her it wasn’t necessary and didn’t want to be a burden, but she insisted. So, I loaded my bike in her car and headed home. She even got a good laugh out of it when her husband called. The conversation went something like this, “Hi honey. I picked up a handsome young man on the side of the road and I’m taking him home. And I’m not even joking.” Haha. I would have loved to hear her husband’s reaction to that.
I am extremely grateful for Melissa’s kindness as I would still be walking home had she not been able to give me a ride.
Well, here’s the damage to my bike. Yep, that derailleur should be attached to the bike. At first, I thought the frame was broken, but it looks like it was the derailleur hanger that took the brunt of the damage. I guess that is why there is a separate derailleur hanger – to act as the weakest link and save the frame from further damage. It should be a fairly easy fix once I get the parts ordered.
Now, I’m off to pay it forward.