The Kindness That Found Us Near Twin Falls

We were somewhere near Twin Falls when it all went wrong.

The return trip from Arizona had already been long, and fatigue had settled deep into our bones. We were towing not just our travel trailer, but a second trailer carrying a fully loaded Razor—adding weight, length, and complexity to every mile. Then came the worst kind of travel interruption: a flat tire.

And not just any flat.

A trailer tire.
On a narrow shoulder.
In the middle of miserable weather.

We barely had room to pull over, let alone safely assess the damage. Cars and trucks flew past us, spraying mist and offering no second glances. Minutes passed. Then more. No one stopped. No one even slowed down.

That kind of helplessness is hard to describe—the kind that builds up not just in your body, but in your heart. There’s this moment when you realize you might be on your own.

But just when hope was beginning to wear thin… help arrived.

Two young men, Chauncey Zook and Randall Weaver, pulled over behind us. We didn’t know them. Had never met them. Yet there they were, stepping out into the rain, asking what we needed, offering more than just tools—they offered care, time, and presence.

We learned that they were from Eldon, Missouri, and had just finished volunteering in Oregon—helping rebuild homes destroyed by the wildfires. After weeks of hard, emotional work, they could’ve been forgiven for focusing only on getting home. But they didn’t.

They saw strangers stranded and they chose to stop.

They jacked up the trailer in the rain. Helped swap the tire. Made sure we were road-ready before heading back to their own vehicle. There were no cameras, no crowds, no reward. Just kindness for kindness’s sake.

And as they drove away, it hit me: this world is still full of good people. People who don’t just say “let me know if you need anything,” but who show up when it counts.

What Chauncey and Randall did might seem small in the grand scheme of things—but in that moment, to us, it meant everything. It meant safety. It meant hope. It meant the reminder that even on the loneliest roads, we’re never really alone.

So here’s what I know now:
✅ When you see someone in need—be the one who stops.
✅ A single act of kindness can restore more than just a broken-down vehicle.
✅ It can restore someone’s faith in humanity.

Thank you, Chauncey and Randall. You may never know just how much your kindness meant—but we will never forget it.

❤️💜