Anyway, I open my trunk and start to unload my spare tire and equipment that I need to change the flat tire. As I'm pulling things out of the trunk, a minivan pulls up beside me. It's a white lady, maybe in her mid-to-late 50's, kind of heavyset. You know, the type of person you would envision if someone asked you to think of what a grandmother looks like. She asked me what was wrong and I told her that I had a blowout. She asked me if I had any water. I told her that I did have a bottle of water in my car. She said that it was too hot and I needed more.
She then proceed to get out of her van and go into her backseat. She emerged from the other side of the van with six bottles of water in her arms. She said that if she knew how to change a tire that she would help me, but she wanted me to at least stay hydrated in the process. I thanked her profusely as I accepted the bottles. She got back in her van, wished me a nice day, and drove off.
I resumed working on my tire and I realized that my tire iron wouldn't fit the lug nuts on the flat. So, I'm unable to remove the flat tire and put on the spare. I'm racking my brain trying to figure out why the tire iron will not fit. I then realize that without that, I'm stuck. So, I grab my cell to call my dad to get him to bring his. It will take him about 30 minutes to arrive, so I sit inside my car to turn on the A/C.
A mid-sized sedan then pulls up in front of me. A black man gets out. He's probably early 30's, wearing an undershirt or what some people refer to as a "wife beater shirt". Sounds terrible to say that out loud on the air, but you know the shirt. He has a few tattoos and has the look of a construction worker, so to speak. He asked me what was wrong and I recited my story. He told me that he had a lug wrench in my car that would fit my tire. He retrieved it from his trunk as I slowly got out of the car.
I called my dad to tell him that I didn't need him to drive all the way across town and while I was doing that, dude started changing my tire. After I got off of the phone with my dad, I tried to stop him and let him know that I could take it from here. He simply replied, "It's all good, man. I used to work at Goodyear. I can change a tire in my sleep".
Dude had the tire changed in a matter of minutes. I offered to Cashapp him some money for his troubles, but he refused. He said that he saw an opportunity to help and did so. I thanked him and he drove on.
I guess I shared all of this just to say that there are still some good people out here. Social media will make you lose faith in all of humanity because of the level of selfishness and ignorance that we see on there every day. But, I had two people, each who appeared to be from different walks of life, stop to assist me. An older white woman and a younger black man. A conservative-looking lady and an urban-looking, for lack of a better phrase, dude.
Good people come in all shape, sizes, ages, and colors. Stop letting social media and the talking heads on the news continue to divide us. There are no secrets in getting along with people. Just be decent and the rest will work itself out.