It happend about three years ago in Pennsylvania. I was a freshman in high school and after a late football game, my friend, a majorette, and her boyfriend gave me a ride home. (I was in the band too, so i had on my uniform as well). It was snowy, cold, and icy out. Yuck. I lived abut fifteen minutes away, so it was no big deal to drop me off. Well, coming up the final hill to my house we ran out of gas! Quickly her boyfriend and I jumped out to push while she steer. Her boyfriend, a trumpet player, was not the strongest person in the world and myself being petite didn't help much. We were sliding backwards, falling on our rears, and not making any headway. Quickly the cars were lining up behind us! The road we were aiming for was twenty feet uphill from the car. All of a sudden a black man coming from the other direction pulled over in a flash (almost as though he knew we needed help and was there), jumped out of his car, and pushed the car to safty. I remeber he was ! very strong and wore cowboy boots. I also remember thinking how, if he was wearing cowboyboots, why didn't he slip like the rest of us in tennis shoes? Well, we got the car to safty, and when I turned to thank him, he and his car were GONE! How it changed my life:I slow down to see if people need any help who are stuck along side the road. I feel that I have become more consiterate to those that are in distress.
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