My Tire Blew Up
One of our Burmese friends, who recently acquired a car, caught me on Sunday morning a couple of weeks ago and said, “My tire blew up”. On their way to church, while picking up a second Burmese family their tire went flat. They left the car in a parking lot and were offered a ride by a passing Hispanic family. After church we changed into old clothes and I took the father over to change his tire. Little did I know, about two weeks earlier, while on an eastern shore Maryland highway, when I had a blow out, that I was just getting a refresher course to get ready to help my Burmese friend.
I taught him where to find the jack, how to release the spare tire from under the mini-van, how to use a scissor jack, loosen lug nuts and swap out the spare tire. A week or so later I took him to a tire shop to have them plug the tire and remount it on the wheel. All of these things are new to this Burmese father who had rarely even seen a vehicle in his native village let alone be responsible for its upkeep. But he is a fast learner and will be able to do this for himself the next time. This basic practical ministry is very fulfilling to me. Things that come easy to Americans are part of a steep learning curve for our new arrivals.