A letter by Sara Waldrop in the Nov. 3 Advocate said no one stopped to offer her help when she had a flat tire, and she asked, “Have we lost all sense of compassion for people in need?”

Just a few weeks ago on a Friday afternoon, I was driving from Angola on La. 66 when I had a front tire blow out. I pulled over and looked at my shredded tire as I called my insurance agent where I carry road aid.

I had no idea what intersection area I was at, since it’s almost all country on the road, and, as I called, a man stopped and told me he was a State Police trooper (not in uniform) and he was going to help. He told me to drive the car into a nearby dirt lane and opened my trunk for the “toy” tire spare.

As he did, another man stopped and offered his help, also. He said he was a colonel on death row at Angola. The two men replaced my car tire within a few minutes! I was so happy! And so grateful!

They told me I couldn’t drive faster than 40 mph with the little tire spare and that I could use my emergency blinker to show the other cars I had to drive that slow.

I drove La. 66 to U.S. 61 (Scenic Highway), heading to Baton Rouge, driving slowly as instructed, while all other cars were going at least 65 mph.

Suddenly, a pickup truck, miraculously, got directly behind me and followed me all the way to Scotlandville! With the truck’s protection, I was safe driving so slowly in my little compact. I never saw the driver of the truck, but again, a stranger helped me.

Some drivers don’t care, but in my case, there were three different people who cared. Compassion isn’t dead, always, for people in need, I can gratefully attest.

Janet Cooper

writer

Baton Rouge