In an effort to spread a little love amongst all the hostility lately, I wanted to share something that took place earlier today that warmed my cold, nearly dead soul.
Without sharing the personal details, a family member was at our mechanic's shop today and had a bit of an accident with a large rock while pulling out of the parking lot. Instead of stopping to assess the damage, the family member drove off, seemingly unaware of the collision.
The event was witnessed by Liz, the very capable woman who runs the office at Hudson Automotive on Angola Road, and she immediately said something to Amos, our mechanic. Amos called me, knowing that this family member has had some health issues in the past year. The fact that this family member didn't stop to look at the damage was rather out of character. Amos said, "If it were my [family member], I would want to know."
But he did more than just call. He hopped into a vehicle and drove off in the direction this family member went, in case a flat tire had resulted. Fortunately, in the meantime, I was able to reach the family member at home. Everything is fine, the family member is fine, the car may need some body work, but there were other things happening that the family member needed to get home to deal with.
I've told people before that even though it sounds cliche, I've always felt that the people at Hudson Automotive make me part of the family. What Amos and Liz did today solidified that notion. They went beyond what most businesses would do. These are good people. And more people should know about them. And yes, they do a fine job of fixing cars, too!
That's all I wanted to say. Carry on with the heated discussions. :)