I wrote recently about a truck driver who helped me on the road. Telling a friend about it, I learned this is not a unique incident. Here’s another "road" story: Sue and Nell took a road trip to Carbondale, Illinois. They were on the way back home, but it was 3:00am and they needed to find an open gas station to fill up the car, as they had 496 miles left to travel. They found a station with lights on and an “open” sign, but just as they pulled into the drive, two things happened simultaneously. The station lights were turned out and they had a flat tire. Next door to the gas station was an all night diner. They entered and ordered a coffee to share while they discussed what to do. Neither had ever changed a tire, they didn’t have a spare, and they only had money for gas or a tire, but not both. A lady in the next booth overheard them fretting. She sent her son to patch the tire with some stuff he had in a spray can. He changed the tire and filled the tank with gas. The lady bought the girls’ breakfast as they waited. Then she paid for the gas. Sue and Nell wrote down her name, address, and son’s name. When they arrived home, they mailed a thank you note with a check for the tire, gasoline and breakfast. A couple of days later, they had mail from the lady. When they opened the envelope, their check tumbled out in tiny pieces, but there was a note. It said. “If you were my girls, I’d want someone to help you. You may return the favor only when, one day, you do the same for someone else.” They’ve never forgotten that lady and both have found many opportunities to return the favor.