Something I Said…

Was that I would make my first post about this man who helped me recently. It was a Wednesday, and my mom, her friend Nicky, and I were going to Chicago. We were 5 minutes away from my  grandpa’s house, where we were headed to get my congas, when Nicky drove over some tracks that poked a hole in her tire. We had to pull over, and we were there for a half hour before this man came to help us. I can’t remember his name, all I know is that he was there with us for 2.5 hours out of the 3 we were stuck there. It was cold and snowing out, and the man got soaking wet. I wanted to write about this, because it’s not very often you encounter someone who’s so willing to lend a hand. I can’t tell you how many cars and trucks passed us by, probably 100, before and after we had this man to help us. Wasn’t there a time when people liked helping people? And if so, what has happened to those times? Why can’t people be as friendly and good-natured as they used to be?