I pressed hard on the brake pedal. Inertia sent everything flying forward; my purse, water bottle, and phone all collided with the floorboard as my car came to a screeching halt.
A little white dog stood in the middle of the street, panting with a big grin as if to say, “Wasn’t that fun?”
I pulled over on the side of the road to get off the busy route. Now out of my car, I tried to capture this adventurous little guy and get him out of harm’s way. But he was not sure of me, so he’d come within two feet and then dart away when I tried to catch him. I noticed he had a collar on, but no name tag on. “Come on little dude, I’m trying to help you! What are you running from?”
We did this for about ten minutes and I remember thinking, Dawna you are on a busy street and you are putting yourself in danger.
Yet, not one car came by.
Finally, some help arrived. A truck pulled up on the opposite side of the road and a woman stepped out to assist in my rescue attempt. The little dog now fascinated with this new person who came to “play”, approached her. She slowly reached out and was able to grab him.
As she gently held him she said, “Look how sweet he is.”
“I’m so glad you caught him. Your arms were just the right length.”
We laughed and she promised to find his family and return him home.
As I got back into my car (and now running twenty minutes behind in my day), I gave thanks. Then I realized that I had a new perspective.
*Trying to escape, often places us in harm’s way.
*While on the run, you might lose your name tag. But if you know your identity—who you really are—you will never be lost.
*Our mistrust of others keeps us from being rescued.
Get a little closer.
Trust just a bit more.
Let someone help you.
It might just be the life-saving aid you so desperately need.