Monday, April 27, 2009

Thanks, Dad!

The summer before my senior year of high school, I went on a little weekend trip to the Frio with some friends. On the way up, we had a blowout and were essentially stranded for a while as none of us knew how to change a tire. So, the van full of girls filed out and stood along the road and waited. Lots of passers-by did just that - passed by with no offers for assistance. One guy even stopped to pick up the hubcap that had rolled across the road, handed it back to us, got back in his car and drove away. Eventually, a very nice man in a well pressed shirt (which was ruined in the process) stopped and changed our tire for us and we were on the road again.

I returned home (with the worst sunburn of my life, by the way) and told my dad about our blow out. After the lecture about the sunburn, he promptly took me out to my car, showed me how to change the tire, and then made me do it myself.

That little lesson has come in handy on several occasions and I was reminded of it again today as I changed my tire in the work parking lot. So, thanks, Dad!