“Do you need some help lady!?”
A rough, surly voice cried out from the front cab of an old Dodge Ram pickup that had pulled up beside Nancy’s car. Nancy couldn’t hear him over the road noise. The man got out of his truck and walked around the other side of her car. He found her hunched over the right rear wheel trying to loosen the bolts on her recently deflated tire.
“I said, can I help ya!?”
Nancy jumped at the sound of his voice. The tire iron slipped off the bolt and came clanging down to the ground. For the briefest of moments Nancy wished that she had never quit her job. She wished that she’d just stayed home and dealt with her life in a normal manner. Nancy resisted every urge to cry and instead turned to inform this good Samaritan that she was fine and that everything was under control.
Except everything wasn’t fine. She was scared. She wasn’t strong enough to unscrew the bolts on the tire. She didn’t even know if there was a spare in the trunk. All of her courage and determination went out of her the moment she looked into the face of the man standing behind her.
Nancy broke into tears and hugged him.
There was nothing special about the man. He was just a guy driving home from work. He smelled like gasoline and oil. He quickly set about changing her tire and was back in his truck in no time.
As he drove off down the highway she wondered if he would remember that hug as much as she would.