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ate one night, a tire on my car blew out. I slowly coaxed my car down the

lonely country road and into a vacant lot. I’d changed a tire or two in my

time, but never in the pitch-dark.

Fumbling with the jack, I was blinded by the headlights of a car pulling into the

lot. A gentleman jumped out of his car. “You need a hand?” he asked.

“Sure do,” I said. “Thanks.”

Immediately he got to work and changed my tire in record time. Before I could

get everything back in the trunk, I heard the grinding of the gravel beneath his

tires as the man drove away—heading back the same way he had come. Now

that’s roadside assistance.

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