This Story Will Restore Your Faith In Humanity

March 3, 2017 | 10 Comments » | Topics: Humanity, Life

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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  • The Voice of Reason

    Huh not really.

    I dont see why you have to turn this into a political piece. Ive had car problems a few times other then just a flat tire, almost every time I was turning someone away every 2-3 minutes hey man you need help no Im waiting on a towtruck thanks though, 2 minutes later hey man you need some help. It all depends on where you live for the most part. Pst all were Americans who stopped and helped me.

    Shit one time I did have a flat and my spare was flat, some dude who just bought a new used car fucking offered to see if his spare would fit on my car, it didnt but I was blown away the dude was actually willing to do that for me.

    I grew up in Monte Vista Colorado, small farming town middle of nowhere. Shit up there and in and around those small towns like that you cant go off the side of the road without 3-4 cars coming to check on you and see if your okay. Folks out in the rural areas are more likely to check on you then the people who live in a city like Austin or what have you, thats just the way it is for the most part. I always have more folks stop up there then I do in Albuquerque.

  • Philip

    Gosh, I guess I was all wrong about illegal immigrants looting the country and driving down wages. They were nice to some loser who keeps having car problems, probably because he is irresponsible. viva mexico! areba! areba!

  • GF yourself

    …seeing this after seeing two satanic gang members waving at the camera and laughing for kidnapping, raping and killing teen girls in another article? Sorry, I’ll pass on today’s ‘illegal immigrant guilt train’, you self righteous twat.

    • Sheik Urbooty Awan Afuqya

      what a coincidence,its the same thing your so called troops,’they are fighting for our freedom’ ,in iraq and everywhere else are doing.FACT OF THE DAY-did you know that all muricans are immigrants and land grabbers?

  • Like it is

    oh boo fucking hoo

    if you’re here ILLEGALLY, you’re a criminal to a system we ALL have to obey, so either everyone follows the rules, or no one. Make your pick.

    • Sheik Urbooty Awan Afuqya

      FACT OF THE DAY-did you know that all muricans are immigrants and land grabbers?

  • kelvin1

    It would have restored my faith in humanity if the guy had called ICE on them so we wouldn’t get stuck for their Medicade, Housing, Food Stamps and schooling.

  • Dan on the River

    A very moving story. But the fact of the matter is that many immigrants from Mexico and Central America have criminal records that go beyond simple traffic violations. An extreme vetting process should be applied to them also. I work on the Texas/Mexico border and see what comes across. For each paisano there are several cholos.

    • Sheik Urbooty Awan Afuqya

      FACT OF THE DAY-did you know that all muricans are immigrants and land grabbers?

  • Kintsu

    Fckin amazing story brother. God bless you and that last family. Wish these some of these commenters could see beyond their own misery. Keep giving back to the universe. All upside.