Seriously, universe?! Different tire. This time, I was on a country road in Gentry, Ar. Luckily, Carly wasn't far ahead of me and came back. We'd planned to just roll up our sleeves and DIY the tire change, but it wasn't necessary. Before shed even turned around, a young kid named Michael (or Angel Michael, as I called him) pulled over and said few words, "flat?" "Got a spare?" And as I nodded he was pulling the spare out of my trunk and putting a jack under the car.
I love the South. Every single person who drove past me stopped to offer help. And when Carly pulled behind me, people stopped to ask her if she needed anything. Old and young, they all offered and we were out of there in no time.
Could whoever keeps leaving razor blades in the road please stop? Leave it to me to drive over them and get them jammed in my sidewall so my tires aren't fixable. I wasn't really wanting to buy 4 new tires, this week.
My neighbor, Mrs JJ picked up Corbin and Quincy with her kids, and I made it to Old High just in time to get Reese. Aaron met me and switched cars again to deal with the tire purchase after work, and also to not have Sloane and Soren and I chugging down the country highways on our super lousy spare. Reese laughed her head off when I rolled up in Aarons truck again. "Another one?! No way!"
I sure feel like I've landed the role Damsel in Distress for like 2 years. That's not me. I don't like being so reliant on other people all the time, but I seen to find myself in a perpetual debt of gratitude to friends and strangers and my wonderful husband, who are always coming to my rescue, both physically and emotionally. It's been humbling to know what I need to make everything great, but not have time or ability to just do it. To everyone who's pulled me out of a rut lately, thanks for saving me, and for making me feel like I'm worth rescuing.
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