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dante1986 wrote:Best post in a while. It has this teller I met in the bank, real nice an cool to interact with, she said anytime I needed help check her, she took me out for lunch, now every week we go out for lunch for the past 7 months an I buy her little snacks during the week
ruffrider27 wrote:I live opposite a bar,went over a Friday night bar pumping with after work lime and one Guy collapsed with a asthma attack ,having asthma my self and know what he was going tru ,the owner of the bar asked if anyone can take him to the hospital , no one volunteer ,one Guy even say he don't want nobody dying in his car,I said yes I'll take him ,ran over the road open my garage gate ,started my car some guys lifted the victim over and placed in my car.
When I reach in the hospital the nurse said this man could of die or brain damaged with lack of oxygen and he lucky.When he came out of the asthma attack he said his pump had finished and dint have money for one ,he was walking going home ,got the attack and ran in the bar asking for help. He got a prescription of his medicine and a $50 from me ,his sis came after and I left with a smile on my face .
TEMPO wrote:satisfied client ^^ , the thing is you have to treat people how you want to be treated
Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some sheit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.
This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.
Anyway, each of these times this sheit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn't loan them out "for my safety" but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say sheit like "this country is going to hell in a handbasket."
But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.
He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn't careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. firetruck.
No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best freaking tamale I have ever had.
So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow...
But we aren't done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My freaking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best freaking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn't deal.
In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:
"Today you.... tomorrow me."
I nice to everybody. 
pluggie wrote:Went clubbing last Friday with my wife and her sister then got in a fight in the car park... Some stupid white boy got pissed and called me a nicca , all this because my wife and sister-in-law are young blondes and he probably didn't like seeing blonde chicks with black men especially in a nice Jeep... After I facked him up and left him on the ground laying like a dead man , only to get in my vehicle and notice my wife spraying the man with pepper spray to teach him a lesson "apparently"...
GRIM wrote:ammmm...you do know it illegal to have pepper spray rightpluggie wrote:Went clubbing last Friday with my wife and her sister then got in a fight in the car park... Some stupid white boy got pissed and called me a nicca , all this because my wife and sister-in-law are young blondes and he probably didn't like seeing blonde chicks with black men especially in a nice Jeep... After I facked him up and left him on the ground laying like a dead man , only to get in my vehicle and notice my wife spraying the man with pepper spray to teach him a lesson "apparently"...
GRIM wrote:ammmm...you do know it illegal to have pepper spray rightpluggie wrote:Went clubbing last Friday with my wife and her sister then got in a fight in the car park... Some stupid white boy got pissed and called me a nicca , all this because my wife and sister-in-law are young blondes and he probably didn't like seeing blonde chicks with black men especially in a nice Jeep... After I facked him up and left him on the ground laying like a dead man , only to get in my vehicle and notice my wife spraying the man with pepper spray to teach him a lesson "apparently"...
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SMc wrote:lekker man lekker
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