An Adventure

Last weekend, on the 6 hour drive home from a dear friend's birthday party, with the kids finally sleeping soundly in the back seat, we were hailed over in the middle of no-where to help a man whose car had broken down.
Tim pulled over before we really thought about it. Normally, you wizz past thinking, "Oh! Maybe we should have stopped! I hope someone else does!"
This time I said, "Maybe we shouldn't be stopping. We need to get as far as we can with the kids asleep."
Tim got out of the car to see what help was needed. They chatted for a while, the man used Tim's phone and then Tim got back in the car and we left.
He had a flat tyre, he couldn't get it off and he didn't have any reception on his phone. He just wanted to call roadside assistance. We headed off, back on our way, a little relieved that it didn't take too long and glad Tim's phone worked.
The man owned the local bike shop in Newcastle, where we live. He told Tim to come in sometime and hire a bike for free as a thank you gift, the perfect thank you gift for Tim, who dreams of having turns of bikes we could never afford.
He went in to take him up on his offer on Friday, giving me time to pack to go away again. An hour later, I was sent this photo and a message:
"I've been offered a job!"
The manager and Tim got talking while Tim was strapping the kids in, asking questions about various bikes.
"Don't put too much time into looking into it for me," he said, "I don't have any money. Unless of course you want to give me a job!"
The man interviewed him there and then and gave him a few days a week putting bikes together!
My heart is full and a little wary. Glad for things starting to settle into place for the year, afraid of things falling through again. Certainty and routine is so resting. And maybe they are just around the corner.