I borrowed my daughter's car the other day.
I noticed the rear passenger tire was low. I am quite experienced at airing tires having aluminum rims on my Cadillac. In the winter it's a weekly event......
So I aired it.
The oil light flashed on just once for only a second, thank goodness I saw it. When I arrived at my destination I checked the oil.
Oh my - Added oil.
Off the highway and nearing home, less than an hour now. I was approaching an intersection when the car started thumping pretty badly. So I pulled into the gas station on the corner and parked. Sure enough, that rear tire was not just flat, it had a hole ripped in it.
My husband had just texted me saying he was on his way home. Ha! That's what he thought. I had been expecting to arrive home about the exact same time as him. I called him immediately to say - COME RESCUE ME!
He said aren't you sitting by XXXX Auto sales? Why don't you ask them if they sell used tires. I could see the phone # so I called it, knowing there were people inside. No answer. So I got out of my car and trudged through the snow. They forgot to lock the door and I entered. They seemed very unfriendly and said NO they didn't sell tires, maybe the business next door did but they were already closed for the day.
The sign said 35 minute customer parking so I went in the store and bought some munchies. I didn't really need or even want them. I told the clerk that my tire was flat and that I was waiting for my husband. She said no problem.
After two hours in the parking lot my husband arrived. He had to pick up my daughter from work, go buy a tire and get get a second vehicle. He finally arrived and began to change the tire.
A stranger walked up and asked if there was anything he could do to help. But really, it only takes one person to turn the bolts and pump the jack so he thanked him and said he had it under control.
The stranger, noticing my his bare hands, handed my husband a pair of gloves and said "keep them" and went back to his car and left.
I was so thankful to be stranded in a parking lot opposed to along side the road. Darkness had settled in. It was snowing and the roads were getting slipperyier.
I was so happy to finally get home.
Every family needs a home to love. When my children were little and we would pull in the drive way, whether I had picked them up from school or returning from a weekend away.
HOME SWEET HOME
I love my home.
If you need a home to love, I'd be happy to help you.
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