On Dec 10 Cheryl and I were driving to
Tacuati, a distance of about 40 km on rocky roads. At about km 25 our
right rear tire blew out. We started locating all of the pieces and
parts of the jack and tried to remove the tire and replace it with the
spare. I also discovered that we had no cell phone coverage! I noticed
about 100 yards up the road a man on a horse watching me. He signaled
for me to come visit with him so I left Cheryl visiting with a young
girl (who spoke only Guarani). This man said there was a tire repair
shop up the road about 400 meters. He came and looked at the tire and
then rode his horse to ask for help at the shop. He later returned
saying no one was home at the shop, but his brother in law was coming to
help us. We got the tire changed, the spare installed, and on our way
again in about an hour- thanks in large part to this good man. He
spoke little Spanish, much Guarani, some Portuguese, and a little
German. He invited us to come visit him at any time at his house near
where we blew the tire.
Sometimes
we don’t really appreciate, in our times of trial, the tender mercies
of the Lord in our behalf. We were blessed to have a good, honest man
who was willing to help us.
Thought you might enjoy both the story and the photo.
Love you all.
Jerry and Cheryl.
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