There was a time before cell phones, before 3G’s and 4G’s and IOS7’s, when we had to navigate our way across the country using the paper maps that could never be refolded in a way that would make it look as though your cat hadn’t been sleeping on it. There was a time when you had to actually learn how to change a flat tire rather than calling AAA to come and do it for you or wait for the kindness of a stranger passing by to help.
I know that I’m tempting fate by saying this, but I’ve only ever had a flat tire once. It was long before cell phones, when you had to wait on the side of the road for someone to take pity on you and stop to ask if you needed help. You never knew who was going to stop and could only hope for the best!
I was driving from my apartment in South County to my brother’s in West Warwick, I don’t remember the occasion. What I DO remember is being just half a mile from the exit off of I-95 North to route 117 when I heard a thud, my car pulled to the right, and like a crazy person I panicked and crossed two lanes of traffic to get to the breakdown lane.
It was probably about 45 minutes before anyone was brave enough to stop on the busy highway.
A green Volkswagen Beetle pulled up behind me and out jumped someone I’d grown up with; of course, since it’s Rhode Island I was bound to either know or be related to whoever stopped.
“Hi, Mark. Yup. Can you give me a ride to my brother’s house?”
I probably hadn’t seen Mark since we graduated from high school, but no worries; there he was, friendly and helpful. I haven’t seen him since then either, so I hope he’s doing well. Thanks, Mark!
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