The Flat Tire




On my way to visit a sick person in the parish, a little red car sped
around my pickup. The driver pointed to my back
left wheel. Just at that moment, I realized the tire was going flat.

I pulled into a driveway and got out of the truck to look at the tire.
All of a sudden, the red car zipped into the driveway. A young
man got out. "Sister," he said, "get back in the truck. I'll fix the

As he changed the tire, I talked with him. "You remember me," he said.
"Mike Sinn. You visited me in the hospital."

It occurred to me that this was probably the first time that Grace was
saved by Sinn.

(By Sister Carol Ann Grace, in Catholic Digest)