I just needed a few screws. A quick trip to Lowe’s—easy in, easy out. But life doesn’t always go as planned.
As I rolled through the store, I heard it before I felt it—snap. My wheelchair wobbled, and before I could react, the right wheel gave out completely. I barely caught myself before hitting the ground. A few customers glanced over, then kept walking.
“You okay?”
I looked up. A guy in a blue vest crouched beside me. Eddie, his name tag read. Before I could answer, he waved another employee over.
Within minutes, I had three Lowe’s workers around me. One brought a rolling cart. “Let’s get you sitting somewhere safe,” she said, helping me up. Another examined my busted wheel like a mechanic checking an engine.
“I think we can fix this,” Eddie said.
They rolled my chair to the back, leaving me perched on the cart like some makeshift throne. I half-expected them to come back shaking their heads, but then I heard drills buzzing and saw sparks flying from a welding tool.
Fifteen minutes later, they rolled my chair back out—good as new.
“We reinforced the axle,” one of them said, grinning. “Should hold up better now.”
I ran my hand over the frame, speechless. “I… how much do I owe you?”
Eddie shook his head. “Nothing, man. Just glad to help.”
A wave of gratitude hit me so hard it nearly brought tears to my eyes. Small acts of kindness really can turn a bad day around.
I’ve used a wheelchair for a few years now, ever since a car accident changed my life. I’ve gotten used to the way people either stare or pretend I don’t exist. When folks saw my wheel snap and just kept walking, it stung. But then there were people like Eddie, Tessa, and Manny—workers at a home improvement store who dropped everything to help a stranger.
As I tested the wheel, Eddie stayed close, making sure it felt right. The reinforced axle made the chair glide smoother than before. It almost felt better than new.
They didn’t have to help me. They weren’t getting paid extra for it. They just cared. I thanked them all a dozen times, then finally headed out.
Before going home, I grabbed a coffee across the street. What should’ve been a ten-minute errand turned into an hour-long adventure, but I didn’t mind. That warmth—the unexpected kindness—lingered.
When I got home, I fixed the drawer in two minutes flat. But I kept running my fingers over the reinforced weld on my chair, as if making sure it was real.
Before calling it a day, I emailed Lowe’s customer service about Eddie, Tessa, and Manny. The next morning, I got a reply—the store manager was recognizing them for their efforts.
Sometimes, life throws obstacles at us—broken chairs, missed flights, unexpected bills. But there are people out there who remind us we’re not alone.
So if you see someone struggling—literally or figuratively—don’t hesitate to help. You never know how much your kindness might mean.