A cowboy restores my hope
My sweet husband, knowing how distraught I was by the subway incident mentioned in my blog post yesterday, sent me an e-mail today that simply said, “After yesterday, I thought you could stand to read this story.” The story he is referring to is about Dallas Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo who stopped to help a couple change their tire while driving home from the airport after his game on Sunday.
Now, before you get all cynical about athletes promoting their good deeds and charitable causes, let me assure you that Tony’s (I’m so proud of him that I’m going to assume the familiarity necessary to simply call someone by their first name.) good deed was not publicized by him or anyone on his team of marketers and agents. Rather, the woman with the flat tire took the time to notify a writer at the “Fort Worth Star-Telegram.” She was so impressed that someone of Tony’s prominence would stop to help her and husband that she had to brag on him a bit. I’m glad she did. I feel just a tiny bit better.
I also feel better because when I talked to Freddy last night at youth group about the subway situation, he interrupted me mid-story and indignantly declared that he would have wrestled the hammer attacker to the ground. Love that kid.
There is hope!