I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
So I did. I had low tire pressure which apparently happens after time and especially in cold weather.
The guy at Les Schwab filled my tires and sent me on my way and I felt relieved. I feel anxiety when it comes to my vehicle not working (particularly when Adam is living it up in North Dakota).
There were a lot of things that defined my childhood. My mom cooked everything from scratch, my dad's hat could always be spotted above a crowd, there were Wranglers everywhere you looked, and we drove unreliable cars.
My dad kept them running quite well considering the various ages and mileage counts of our cars, but they invariably had troubles. When we were in college, Olivia and I were driving to Utah from Nevada and our car started to cough and sputter. I was filled with a familiar dread. This was before we had cell phones and we were in the middle of the desert. Then the car started to belch smoke from under the hood. We happened to be at the Dell exit which is an exit in the middle of nowhere with no services (or mechanics). I pulled off the exit (on account of, you know, the belching smoke). A car pulled directly behind me and a man emerged from it that appeared a little frightening to me. I groaned inwardly. Our car problems were soon to be compounded by a mass murderer.
He tapped on the window and indicated that he'd look under our hood. I seriously doubted he could be of any help but because I truly had no options, I opened the hood. He told me what the trouble was and went back to his car to fetch something and fixed our car!
He handed me this piece of hose that had blown.
I have kept it all these years as a reminder.
I want to remember that the world is a pretty good place. There are kind people everywhere that are happy to help.
Also, I want to remember that I shouldn't judge the scary looking guy in the car behind me. He may just be an angel in disguise.