Flat tire and a flat lined heart

Scared myself a bit today. On the way home i decided to put a little gravel in my travel and take the back roads. It was pretty nice out, and the thunderheads on the mountain were worth cruising around for.

Well, I end up with a flat tire from something I hit while looking away from the road (yes, I know that's my fault. Taking my eyes off the road...). My car starts to really pull to the right, and I end up in the other lane, so I merge it back over to my lane, and somehow manage to calm myself down. It really did scare me a good one.

While I sit there for a bit, a young Mexican mechanic with broken English comes puttering along in his van, and stops by me.
"you have flat tire, amigo?"
"yea..I just got off the phone with my dad. He's gonna be here soon to help me fix it."
"no no no! I can fix for you now. You have spare, yea?"
"yea..it's on the back."
"ok we fix now."

From there this dude replaces my tire free of charge, and gets it done in like, 10 minutes. I would have done it myself if I had a jack, but all I had was a tire iron.

I really thanked him for his kindness and he went on his way. But now I'm gonna get a few new tires for the front of my car. It's pretty much a 4-wheel deathtrap anymore. I guess that's why my aunt gave it to me for free! ;)