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Human touch needed even as technology advances

Judy Brandon: Religion Columnist

One time on a trip to Houston, our family witnessed an episode that warmed our hearts.

Entering through the security gates at the apartment complex next to a golf course, we noticed a young woman running quickly, even frantically through the parking lot. She stopped at a parked car and quickly bent down to the window in the rear. Hurriedly she began making gestures and talking to someone in the car.

Then it came to us. Someone, probably a child, was locked in his car. We drove up to her, rolled down our car window.

“Oh yes, yes!” she said frantically. “My baby, my baby locked in the car!”

Charlie jumped out of the car and ran to an apartment close by and asked to borrow a coat hanger and headed back to the scene. Two other men noticed the commotion and stopped and got hangers from the trunk of their car. They began work on the other side.

Before long, there were five people working on trying to get the car unlocked.

All the while the distressed young mother was tapping on the window trying to console her frightened toddler.

“OK, Mama here! Mama here!” she said.

We could hear the toddler crying because she was not only bewildered by this strange situation but also frustrated at the separation between her and her mother.

Passersby stopped to watch. In the meantime someone called the fire department and a crowd from the surrounding apartments gathered.

Then two other men riding golf carts stopped noticed and jumped out to join the effort

By that time seven men were working and maneuvering, jabbing, bending and each working diligently at attempts to stick the coat hangers between he cracks of the car doors. All the while the young mother was trying to console her baby.

Finally a fire department rescue truck pulled up. Now the total was 11 men around the car with working with coat hangers and fire department tools

The temperature in the hot humid Houston was rising and time was running out.

Then the moment came … victory! Two men opened the driver’s side of the car by tapping the door lock button with a coat hanger and one jumped in and unlocked the door on the mother’s side. She through the door open and gathered the baby in her arms and held the little girl close to her chest, wiping the baby’s tears from her face.

All of us were teary eyed. It was a sight to behold. It had been a near disaster — a hot car, a baby locked inside … but all was well.

I have thought of that scene many times since then. All the men were strangers coming to the aid of a stranger and they were not afraid to get involved, not afraid to come to the aid of a stranger.

It’s politically correct to talk of a global village. It’s true we live in a world literally without limits. We talk of fiber optics and we span the gap of countries with satellite systems and other inventions. We walk into a caf