I helped a lady on the freeway today. I saw her standing behind her car, and a little boy in the back seat and pulled over and stopped with a enough distance between the cars. She could have been in her 50's, or 60's. I guess that might explain the lack of cell phone. As I got out of my car she smiles, and thanks me for stopping.
We talk for a second and get her spare tire out, but she has no tire iron. Then I think of the movies, where the guy turns to say, "There's no tir..." and get's whacked in the head. Luckily, that didn't happen. I got mine and changed the tire really quick. And then I was ready to go.
her: How much would you like, young man?
me: It's on me! Thank You, anyway.
her: No! Thank You!!
me: You're welcome. Make sure you get that fixed right away. It's not a "real" tire.
her: Come on, a little something for you. That's the least I could do for you. [Holding a folded bill]
My hands were dirty so I didn't shake her hand so she gave me a "grandma" hug. hehe. The little boy waved at me and I got back in my car.
When I got home to load the laundry, I removed the stuff from my pockets and found $20 in the BACK of my pants. I never put money in the back so that was unusual. Then it hits me that "Grandma" must've slipped the money in my back pocket.
Life goes by so fast...need to take a few seconds to write down and remember experiences that make me the person I am. 
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ReplyDeleteThat was sweet of you!! I've never had a flat tire, thank God, because I know I have NO idea how to change it!!
ReplyDeletehey how did she manage to reach the back pocket?? neat!!
ReplyDeletebefore i learnt how to drive, my father first made me change all the tires( spare in place of 1st tire, 1st into 2nd place and so on..)
nice job! :)
Hey, Ira.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing when she gave me the hug or when I was squatting down actually changing the tire; the only two times that it could've happened.