I was always lucky enough while I was living at home for my car to break down either in the drive way, or in a parking lot where I could go in and make a phone call. So, I either would just get a rid with a friend or one of my parents would be able to come get me and then dad and I would do what we could with the car that evening to work towards getting it fixed. When we moved here, I was really worried about it since the only person I knew at the time was my husband. We got me a cell phone and I've always got it charged and close by just incase. It kind of worries me without him here to fix the car, but we do have great friends who I believe would go out of their way to do what they could to help me as much as they could! I just pray that my luck in the past never runs out so that I will always have trouble in places that I can easily get help and have somebody familiar be my help!

However, on the way back from Mississippi last October Brian and I stopped at a gas station just after we got back into Texas. As he was pumping gas and I was sitting with Dakota (before we got the other 2), a guy had walked over asking if Brian had any tools because he was helping some lady with her car that had broke down on the highway. So, we pulled off to that part of the gas station after we pumped our gas and paid to also be of help! I got out to stretch my legs with Dakota while Brian (he's a mechanic) helped the guy work on her car. After leaving, Brian told me that she kind of had that look on her face when the one guy was the only one helping her that she felt weird about it. I'm just glad that we were there at the time and could help her and, at least it appeared, to help her relax knowing it wasn't just her and a strange man! I know I would always feel better if a couple pulled off to be of assistance too! It's nothing against guys, but this world really can be scarey these days!