It started out having a bad day...
No babysitter had to miss work , friend came over so I went to get a haircut, she followed me there and took care of Michael, on the way home, on the freeway, I was on the the third lane to the left and the car engine shuts off and I had to get three lanes over to the right, in major traffic, I barley made and the car dies.
I started to panick cause it's dark and I have Michael and I'm on a freeway.... so I get Michael and start walking and praying, and this man pulled over and I started to get even more nervous but I accepted the ride, he took me to a gas station and well his truck was really high , like three in a half feet, well I had forgotten about that so when I steped out of his truck I fell with Michael in my arms he started screaming and I started to ball my head off.
Okay here's my point like 3 people there helped me, the gas station let me use there phone and gave me something to drink, a couple wouldn't leave until they knew I was taken care of offered me money for a cab or tow truck, they waited like 15 minutes.
I thought of you all, who really didn't know me, but were there for me when I needed it the most, There are some really great people out there, and it doesn't matter what religion you belong to.