Back in October of 2011 my 16 year old son Jordan asked me if I would take him driving. Normally I would have taken him to a big open lot near our home but because our house had been destroyed by Hurricane Irene we found ourselves in the parking lot of a local corporation. Furthermore we would have normally used my daughter’s toy car, a 2001 Toyota Corolla, but since she was out we took my leased car.

As he drove several times around the lot I was very relaxed...he was doing a good job. Then he decided to park. Now he had done this many times before at the lot near our home but as I mentioned it was all open and therefore all forgiving. This lot on the other hand had stone barriers about 6 or 7 inches high followed by an island. Well he pulled in fine but when he went to hit the brake he mistakenly stepped on the gas, jumped the stone barrier and when I yelled he got nervous and stepped on the gas again. Now the car was wedged on this island, tires hanging off one side. I got out of the car in shock and surveyed the situation. I told him to put the car in park and get out of the car.

All the while there were some guys putting on a new roof across the way watching what was going on. I could see them laughing, laughing at my misery.
I came up with a plan. I decided the only way to get down was to put the pedal to the medal and pray the car would fly. It didn't, but it was now on the road again. I got out and saw the back panel was disconnected and the bottom side was cracked. Then I got to the back and saw the real problem. One of the tailpipes was pulled out about 10 feet! I got in the car and took it for a test drive to see if there were any sounds that weren't normal. All the while thinking how I was going to handle this situation with my son. I knew this could be a pivotal moment in his driving life. He could fear or he could understand that mistakes happen, you correct them and you forge ahead.

I pulled next to him got out of the car and started walking to the passenger side. I told him to get in. He looked at me kind of funny, said he was sorry and got back in the car. I told him it wasn’t his fault, it was just inexperience.

Truth is with all the emotions I had in me, ie. a home that needed to be rebuilt, a troubled business and several major events that I was in charge of, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs but I knew he needed me to be supportive. All the while the guys on the roof just laughed and never offered to help.
1 John 3:17 says "If you see some brother or sister in need and have the means to do something about it but turn a cold shoulder and do nothing, what happens to God's love? It disappears. And you made it disappear." (The Message)

Just a Thought: Are you a guy who has the ability to help someone right now but because it takes effort and sacrifice you look the other way as if you don't care? Ask God to reveal the truth to you. Don't be a "looker" because someday you might just be the would that feel?