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In response to
"Fun high school story - my dad wanted to teach me how to change a tire right after i got my license (i was 17)"
by
Andie
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the only time I ever needed to change a tire I was driving home from my mom's house with an as yet undaignosed calcium deposit on my elbow. I could
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barely move my arm (I should not have been driving) and walking was even painful so I didn't want to walk back three miles to the last exit to ring AAA.
some dude in an empty church bus who'd been at the rest stop where I had just been passed me and then stopped. "I thought your tire looked low when you pulled away; I'm glad I found you," he said.
and I literally *burst* into tears. he changed my tire while I stood there sniveling, gave me some jesus lit, and went on his way.
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