Welcome back to Tire Mom! If I ever thought the world was a self-serving place, I certainly don’t think that after taking my tire journey. Most people are far more helpful than we realize.
Take the shuttle driver in Billings, Montana, for instance. When I arrived there, I had to take Wolverine, my Suburban, in to have an airbag sensor replaced. The driver at the dealership took me to the tire store to meet Eric, Tire Mom #32. En route, that same driver filled me in on the important points of interest to catch while I was in the area. He didn’t have to do either of those things.
But Eric was my designated recipient. He was my fourth daughter’s roommate’s friend – if you can sort that out … although I’d had more complicated degrees of separation than that along the way! His tires were ticking-bomb old, and I took great satisfaction in replacing them for him.
Since that was such an easy transaction (Montana folks are great) I still had time to visit the shuttle-driver-recommended Pompey’s National Park where Lewis and Clark rested along their way. Beautiful spot on the Yellowstone River.
If you want to post a comment – and, as always, I hope you do – can you tell us about an act of kindness you’ve received along your way? Collecting those moments restores our faith in the inherent goodness of people.