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A few years ago I was driving two friends home late on a Sunday night. On the opposite side of the road we saw a car with a flat tire and a few passengers. We were going to stop, but another car in the oncoming lane slowed down to a stop as we passed. On my way back I saw the same car but it didn't look like the tire had been changed. A little confused, I stopped to see if everything was okay. There were four young women and when I asked, one of them told me that the car that stopped was a bunch of young punks who laughed at them and sped off. To my surprise, there was another car that did to them.
To top that off, one of them had a cell phone, but nobody they knew would come to help. All their family and boyfriends had the lamest excuses. One that stuck in my mind was the excuse of getting up at 7:00 AM or something. "Big deal," I laughed. "I have to get up at 5:30 AM." I helped them and taught them a bit about tightening the nuts, etc. etc.
Anyway, tonight I was coming home from a softball game just outside the city when my car decided to quit while turning onto the short stretch of highway to a main strip. I was able to coast onto the shoulder though. I tried looking under the hood to see if it was anything strangely obvious, like a loose spark plug cable and it was already pretty dark when I was doing that. I tried some other things, and even tried pushing the car and engaging the clutch while moving. (just in case it was the clutch; had happened to an older car I had and was a temporary remedy.)
By the time I was finished fooling around and about to put the hood back down and begin walking, a car slowed down and pulled over ahead of me on the shoulder. When the person got out I could see she was female and I waved hello as friendly as I could in the dark contrast of the brake and hazard lights. She asked if I had a cell phone to call and she invited me over to their car to let me use theirs. Then I saw that the only other two passengers were women.
In this day and age, equal rights have not yet reached roadside slayings and other crimes, so I thought it was extra brave and nice of them to stop and help. It felt like a deed returned. It's also a good reminder for me to stay prepared in case I have an opportunity to help someone else on the roadside.
To top that off, one of them had a cell phone, but nobody they knew would come to help. All their family and boyfriends had the lamest excuses. One that stuck in my mind was the excuse of getting up at 7:00 AM or something. "Big deal," I laughed. "I have to get up at 5:30 AM." I helped them and taught them a bit about tightening the nuts, etc. etc.
Anyway, tonight I was coming home from a softball game just outside the city when my car decided to quit while turning onto the short stretch of highway to a main strip. I was able to coast onto the shoulder though. I tried looking under the hood to see if it was anything strangely obvious, like a loose spark plug cable and it was already pretty dark when I was doing that. I tried some other things, and even tried pushing the car and engaging the clutch while moving. (just in case it was the clutch; had happened to an older car I had and was a temporary remedy.)
By the time I was finished fooling around and about to put the hood back down and begin walking, a car slowed down and pulled over ahead of me on the shoulder. When the person got out I could see she was female and I waved hello as friendly as I could in the dark contrast of the brake and hazard lights. She asked if I had a cell phone to call and she invited me over to their car to let me use theirs. Then I saw that the only other two passengers were women.
In this day and age, equal rights have not yet reached roadside slayings and other crimes, so I thought it was extra brave and nice of them to stop and help. It felt like a deed returned. It's also a good reminder for me to stay prepared in case I have an opportunity to help someone else on the roadside.