The Flat Tire

Bob from The Tire Store fixed my flat and came close to bursting into tears.

I asked him what was wrong.

He said,”My Wife…”

And then his voice faded.

“Sorry I can’t talk to well.” He said.

Later he said, “She’s going for a biopsy.”

Let’s pray for Bob’s wife please.

Bob then added with an attempted grin.

“I’m the one to fix your tire though.”

Dennis Mantin

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