Flooded.

7 Jun
Unloading us in our flood basement. Our hero.

Unloading us in our flood basement. Our hero.

This is Ray.  Ray is my angel.  Two hours ago, my dear friend, Dina, my sweet baby, Siona and I were in my 2001 Honda CRV on the way home from a celebratory lunch.  The school year was finally over.  Dina is just days away from running our school’s Summer Academy as it’s Director, a job she so deserves.  Sure, it was raining when I picked her up but I thought to myself, Judy Blue can handle this (Judy Blue is the name of my car—-she’s blue.  I’m clever).  We had a wonderful lunch together.  Siona tried tofu for the first time and loved it.  People were staring at her and waving at her and she smiled and waved and clapped back.  It was just what the doctor ordered after the year we’ve had.  And sure, we noticed that the weather had picked up but this is Miami and we’ve done this before so again, no sweat.  We got into the car, a little wet but no worse for the wear and started on our way back home—we’re just 7 short minutes from home. No big deal.

Then reality hit.  It’s raining.  Hard.  As we turned off of the highway onto our main drive home, Dina and I held hands as I squealed while holding my breath as we drove through puddles that looked like small rivers.  We saw smaller cars making it through and with my semi-SUV, we felt confident.  I’ve had Judy Blue for 12 years.  She’s taken me from Ann Arbor to Montreal and back . . . in the middle of January. . . in an ice storm.  She’s gotten me through blizzards in Chicago and tornado-like weather in Ohio.  There’s nothing she can’t do.

Well, turns out, I’m wrong.

As we made it through one light, I gripped Dina’s hand and plowed through yet another river-like puddle and that’s when it happened . . . Judy Blue stopped.  HOLY SH*T.  My baby.  Siona is in the back of the car.  It’s 3:00 in the afternoon, there’s a tropical storm outside all around us and we’re stranded 1 mile from my apartment and my poor sweet baby is in the back.  What the F*ck am I supposed to do.  Panic.  I called my husband immediately.  I don’t even remember what I said to him or what he said to me but I remember saying, “Oh my Gd.  Oh my Gd. Oh my Gd” over and over again.  I hung up from him and he called AAA while I called my big brother, who I firmly believe knows how to do EVERYTHING. He said that since my battery is still working, due to the fact that my wipers are going and my lights are on, that maybe my exhaust pipe is flooded and can’t release heat or something like that.  I don’t know.  I don’t speak car.  Where the HELL is Click and Clack when you need them!?!?  He advised that I get out and push.  So I did that.  With no raincoat, in sandals and linen pants, I got out of my car while it’s lightning out and started pushing my car.  And let me tell you, NO ONE stopped.  In fact, while I was pushing my car in a tropical storm with my baby and dear friend in the car taking care of said baby, the only person who seemed to acknowledge me was recording me push my car in the rain on her iPhone.  Way to go, Miami.

And then, out of the darkness came an angel in the form of a 6’2″, balding gentleman in his early 50s with a Boston accent so thick he could easily be cast in Ben Affleck’s next movie, which will inevitably be about Boston.  He pulled up in front of us, got out of the car and just sprung into action.  I don’t know how he knew what to do, but he knew what to do.  We called the cops.  We reported the car.  We called AAAA.  We transferred Siona, all our stuff and ourselves into Ray’s Ford.  He pushed my car to the side of the road while I steered it.  He drove us home.  He was calm.  He was awesome.

Siona is asleep now.  I’m in my jammies. My husband, who works about 45 minutes away in Key Biscayne, is waiting it out as there is still a flash flood warning going on.  In fact, I just got off the phone with him, had a mini melt-down and decided to write this because I can’t believe that just happened.  Thank Gd Dina was there, watching Siona and making her laugh and taking care of her while I’m pushing them in a car during a tropical storm.  And thank Gd for Ray, who, just when I was about to lose hope that NO ONE in Miami is willing to sacrifice for the sake of helping someone else, was sent from Gd to rescue a bunch couple of ladies who just wanted to go to lunch.  Kindness.  It goes a long way.  Thank you, Ray.

P.S.  If you see this guy during your life, go ahead and give him a hug.

P.S. (again) – I generally like when people share Jewhungry posts because it means more readership and exposure.  This time, I’m hoping it’s shared because dear Lord people, we need more Rays a maybe a story will help.  Also, I find it no small coincidence that this gentleman’s name is Ray . . . as in sunshine.

 

**Fore more stories on kindness, check out my girl, Katie’s blog, Kindness Matters.

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Outside our window — a sweet Subaru flooded out,

11 Responses to “Flooded.”

  1. Misty D June 7, 2013 at 5:28 pm #

    crying. i just cried. Gd bless you Ray and thank you for rescuing my ladies.

  2. Chani Richmond June 7, 2013 at 5:35 pm #

    OMG!! So sorry you went through this!! I’m stuck at home with an empty fridge waiting to get to Publix before Shabbat! Thinking of you..

  3. Hindy Garfinkel June 7, 2013 at 5:48 pm #

    The kindness of strangers is just beautiful! Thank you to Ray and all the other angels in this world.

  4. Mama B June 7, 2013 at 6:14 pm #

    Thank you Ray and thank goodness everyone is safe and dry. Please G-d, Yoni will be home soon & the car will dry out and be OK.

  5. greentaralove June 8, 2013 at 8:09 am #

    Wow that’s amazing… Hooray for Ray!

  6. jessica // the kosher foodies June 10, 2013 at 6:16 pm #

    glad you are safe!

  7. Alessandra (DinnerInVenice) June 11, 2013 at 5:56 am #

    How beautiful!!!!

  8. ronnievfein June 11, 2013 at 1:30 pm #

    Oi!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a story. Car and weather emergencies are among the most stressful ever. I have had my share, so I can understand what you went through (mine was in snow, with no friend in car and sleeping baby in back and young man “Gene”). People can be very kind and I have never forgotten that man, nor to be sympathetic when I see someone in trouble on the road.

  9. Mummy Kindness July 6, 2013 at 3:25 pm #

    Thank G-d for the kindness of strangers. Stories like this restore my faith in humanity!
    Glad to have found you via the new mumsnet linky. Hello from a new UK follower! You can find more from me at http://www.mummykindness.com, if you like.
    R x

    • Whitney July 7, 2013 at 9:57 am #

      I’m glad you found me too! And hello to you too! ☺

  10. bakinginatornado July 21, 2013 at 10:01 pm #

    Random acts of kindness are so memorable that they become part of the fabric of our lives. You’ll be telling your daughter about this day for years to come. And she’ll grow up knowing how much it means to be kind to strangers. What a mitzvah.

    And I love hearing that he was from Boston!

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