Funny but true story. Last Sunday I was driving from church and through campus and saw a car in front of me driving with a flat tire trying to turn into the stadiums parking lot and so I decided to pull in and help. The car was a little sports car and so I expected it to be a girl but when I pulled up it was a guy that got out. I rolled down my window and asked him if he was ok and if he needed help and he said that he should be ok and that a friend was on his way to help. I asked him if I could help and he reluctantly said yes. He got out his spare, which was flat, and so I drove it to a nearby gas station to fill it with air and then went back. I helped him change the tire, which was really me changing his tire with him holding parts for me, and that was that. He offered to buy me lunch or compensate me and I turned it down.
A couple of observations from that day, #1. The visual differences between the two of us was very funny to me. I'm a small girl in a large Ram 2500 truck and he was a bigger athletic type guy in a small sports car, #2. He literally would have been there for hours if I wouldn't have helped and seemed to want to be there for hours instead of just accepting my help from the start, and #3. My dad taught me how to change tires before I even had my license. How does someone not know how to do that?
He was nice but clearly embarrassed and clearly felt emasculated having to hand tools to a girl half his size. I know that this doesn't compare to war but that's the kind of thing that makes me shake my head. I realize not everybody is exposed to that sort of thing and I don't judge him for not being taught it but you would think he would want to learn how.
