If You Need Your Faith In Humanity Restored, Read This

December 22, 2015 | 3 Comments » | Topics: Humanity

faith in humanity restored

Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn’t too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.

This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people’s cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.

Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn’t loan them out “for my safety” but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like “this country is going to hell in a handbasket.”

But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.

He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn’t careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.

No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man’s hand but he wouldn’t take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.

So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow…

But we aren’t done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won’t take it. All I can think to say is “Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor” with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:

“Today you…. tomorrow me.”

Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn’t deal.

In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won’t accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:

“Today you…. tomorrow me.”

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  • odot

    but…but…Trump doesn’t want those kind of people here and the Americans only know how to follow loud mouth racists. what shall we do?!

  • Gabe

    I don’t typically respond to this sort of thing, actually never have commented on anything, but I have had a very similar experience in the past. I was on a country road in N. California and my car was broken down as well. Car after car would drive by and clearly the situation was obvious that my car was in trouble since it was smoking…not one mutherfucker stopped for an hour! Then I started walking with the regret that I knew I had a long walk ahead of me when these two Mexican immigrants stopped and picked me up and drove me to the nearest tow station about 20 miles away. They didn’t want shit out of me just to know that I was alright…I offered to buy them dinner, money, beers etc…they wanted nothing. I have always looked back on that and in my own way I try to show my gratitude in whichever way I can…It doesn’t matter that they were Mexican immigrants because my company has a lot of employees who are Mexican immigrants and I know how hard they work and genuine they are (Trump is a dipshit). The cool part is that they were just people willing to help other people for no specific reason other than out of the goodness of their heart. I have carried that with me and try to be like them everyday.

  • MannyYunker

    Ages ago, after a long drive from Philly to Baltimore to see the Orioles play at Municipal Stadium (yes, this story is that old), we parked & saw the game. Returning to my car after the game ended, my battery was dead & I needed a jump. No sooner had I popped my hood then a stranger yelled “hey buddy, need a jump?”

    Ever since, I’ve always looked around at the end of sporting events for anyone needing a jump, and I’ve given a few. It takes forever to get out of stadium parking lots, so it’s not like I have anything better to do.