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    What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    I don't know whether to say this was good or bad, but I'm going to put it in the "It was better than it could have been" category. I think it was also very humbling.

    It started at the end of my shift at work tonight, when Chatam came to take over. I had started my car so that it would be warm for my drive home. While we stood having our ritual smoke prior to me leaving, my car jerked and made a noise like it was about to explode. Chatam looked at my car, and then looked at me. I just shrugged...my car does weird things sometimes, plus it hates me.

    I got in to drive home and my "service engine" light was on. This really isn't something new, and sometimes it means something, other times it doesn't. I had a half tank of gas, but having had problems lately with dirt in my gas tank, I decided to drive to Speedway and fill up before leaving Xenia.

    A block from Speedway, my ABS, oil, and battery lights all came on, and the car died. I'm getting quite used to being stranded on the side of the road lately. It's been happening quite frequently, due to the aforementioned dirt in the gas tank problem.

    Understand that Xenia is a racially divided town. Neighborhoods are broken up by ethnicities, and racism runs rampant inside the city walls (okay, the city doesn't really have walls, but it should).

    Two cop cars passed me without even stopping to see if I needed help as I struggled to get my car started again sitting on the side of Main Street with my flashers blinking. Finally, after about thirty minutes, a van pulled up behind me, and a middle aged black woman got out and walked up to my car. She asked me if I needed help, or a phone to call someone. I told her that I should be fine, that I've been having this problem with my gas tank a lot lately. Would fuel injection cleaner help, she asked. I shrugged, because I had no idea...I don't know much about cars. She gave her address and directions on how to get to her house. She told me not to stay out in the cold too long, and that if I needed anything, to come to her apartment and she'd help me. I thanked her, and she went on her way.

    I worked on trying to start the car for another twenty minutes before deciding to walk to a gas station for a quart of oil...since the oil light was on, even though I knew that wasn't the problem. While at the gas station, I saw fuel injection cleaner. The lady mentioned it, so I figured I'd give it a try. I paid for the oil and fuel injection cleaner, and ran back to my car.

    I popped the hood and put the oil in, and while putting the fuel injection cleaner into the gas tank, a cop finally stopped to help me. And then a second cop, followed by a third. I told them I was going to give it a go, but if it didn't start, I'd need a tow. They waited, and then when my car didn't start, one of the officers gave me his cell phone to call AAA.

    Now unable to feel my hands and feet, AAA said it would be 60 minutes or less before the tow truck got there. The officers said they couldn't wait that long, but pointed out to me that I was directly across from a Tim Hortons, and that I should go inside there and wait for the tow truck.

    I ran across the road, up the hill, and inside Tim Hortons. "Did you walk here?" the Hispanic guy behind the cash register, seemingly the lone employee in the store, asked me.

    I explained to him that my car had broken down across the street, and that the cops told me to wait inside of the restaurant for the tow truck. He told me not to worry about anything, that he'd pay for whatever I wanted in the store, and if I wanted to, I could go in back and stand by the oven to warm up. I just asked for a butter caramel hot smoothee, and waited by the window to watch for the tow truck.

    An hour passed, and still no tow truck. I finished my drink and ran back down the hill and across the street. Why not, I asked myself. I got into my car, put the key in the ignition, and she started right up. I shut her off and ran back to the gas station to use the payphone and call AAA.

    I explained to the operator that I was waiting on a tow, but that my car was running now. "I'll tell you what's going to happen," he said to me, "you're going to get five minutes down the road, and the car'll break down again, then you'll call us back, and you'll have to go back to the end of the line. Drive up and down the side of the road for six to eight minutes and if everything works okay, give us a call back and let us know if you want to cancel the tow."

    I ran back to my car, key in ignition, and started her up again. I drove up and down the shoulder of the road for several minutes, and the "Service Engine" light went off. With still no tow truck in sight, I drove over to the gas station, called AAA back, and cancelled the tow.

    Not wanting to take a chance on generic gas, I then drove on to Speedway, my original destination, passing the cop who had stopped to let me use his cellphone earlier as he was parked next to Speedway talking to another motorist.

    I put $15 of gas in my car, and was just about to get in and drive away when a man approached me from out of nowhere.

    "Excuse me brother," he said, "I was wondering if you could help me out?"

    "What do you need?" I asked.

    "My daughter is in Good Samaritan Hospital, and I'm trying to get there to be with her, but I don't have any money for gas. I have transportation, but I don't have fuel. All I do have is this leather coat I'm wearing. Would you be willing to buy it off of me for $5.00 so that I can get to my daughter?"

    I looked at his jacket, and it was nice jacket...the kind of jacket that I'd love to own. I also knew that it was 16 degrees outside, and that man was going to need his coat.

    "I can't take your coat," I said, "but I can give you the money."

    I reached into my pocket, pulled out the money, and placed it into his hand.

    "Thank you so much brother," he said to me, as a tear streamed down his cheek, "God bless you, have a good night."

    "Thanks." I replied, as I got back into my car, and started her up to attempt the drive home.

    No more problems, and I arrived home around 2 AM (it always seems to be 2 AM...I never break down during the daylight) to find six cop cars here. Why? Someone was shot outside of the apartments around 12:30 AM, approximately the time I would have arrived home, had everything gone according to plan.

    Now, I'm a believer in everything happening for a reason, and this just seems to prove that thoroughly. If my car hadn't broken down, well, for one, I wouldn't have gotten a free drink at Tim Hortons, but if that drink hadn't been free, I wouldn't have had money on me, and if I hadn't broken down, I would have been to Speedway and gone, and who's to say that man would have gotten the money to get gas to go see his daughter, or who's to say that he wouldn't have had to sell his coat...and who's to say that if I had gotten home on time, that it wouldn't have been me who got shot tonight? Wow, crazy...it's a lot to digest, and I'm still very humbled by it all at the moment.
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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Wow, that almost seems like a sequence of events from a Tarantino movie. This world works in mysterious ways.

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    No matter how bad you think this society is becoming, nights like this give me hope. Nice story, savafan. Hope your car is okay.

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    That was a heck of a story. Not sure of your car type, sava, but I had a problem not long ago with my built-in security system. Cars these days have a security system that realizes when someone is trying to "hotwire" a car to steal it. The engine will not start when this thing is set off. I didn't have the thing changed or fixed b/c my mechanic told me that I could turn it off by putting my key in the ignition and turning the ignition to on for 10 minutes. The car then realizes that the key-owner is there and turns off the lock-up security thing. Sometimes the new-age technological advances are a pain in the rear!
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    Very nice story, Sava - we need more people like those who helped, offered to help, and such as yourself in this world.
    In fact, a couple in Piqua would help...you know you want to....:

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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Quote Originally Posted by savafan View Post
    I don't know whether to say this was good or bad, but I'm going to put it in the "It was better than it could have been" category. I think it was also very humbling.

    It started at the end of my shift at work tonight, when Chatam came to take over. I had started my car so that it would be warm for my drive home. While we stood having our ritual smoke prior to me leaving, my car jerked and made a noise like it was about to explode. Chatam looked at my car, and then looked at me. I just shrugged...my car does weird things sometimes, plus it hates me.

    I got in to drive home and my "service engine" light was on. This really isn't something new, and sometimes it means something, other times it doesn't. I had a half tank of gas, but having had problems lately with dirt in my gas tank, I decided to drive to Speedway and fill up before leaving Xenia.

    A block from Speedway, my ABS, oil, and battery lights all came on, and the car died. I'm getting quite used to being stranded on the side of the road lately. It's been happening quite frequently, due to the aforementioned dirt in the gas tank problem.

    Understand that Xenia is a racially divided town. Neighborhoods are broken up by ethnicities, and racism runs rampant inside the city walls (okay, the city doesn't really have walls, but it should).

    Two cop cars passed me without even stopping to see if I needed help as I struggled to get my car started again sitting on the side of Main Street with my flashers blinking. Finally, after about thirty minutes, a van pulled up behind me, and a middle aged black woman got out and walked up to my car. She asked me if I needed help, or a phone to call someone. I told her that I should be fine, that I've been having this problem with my gas tank a lot lately. Would fuel injection cleaner help, she asked. I shrugged, because I had no idea...I don't know much about cars. She gave her address and directions on how to get to her house. She told me not to stay out in the cold too long, and that if I needed anything, to come to her apartment and she'd help me. I thanked her, and she went on her way.

    I worked on trying to start the car for another twenty minutes before deciding to walk to a gas station for a quart of oil...since the oil light was on, even though I knew that wasn't the problem. While at the gas station, I saw fuel injection cleaner. The lady mentioned it, so I figured I'd give it a try. I paid for the oil and fuel injection cleaner, and ran back to my car.

    I popped the hood and put the oil in, and while putting the fuel injection cleaner into the gas tank, a cop finally stopped to help me. And then a second cop, followed by a third. I told them I was going to give it a go, but if it didn't start, I'd need a tow. They waited, and then when my car didn't start, one of the officers gave me his cell phone to call AAA.

    Now unable to feel my hands and feet, AAA said it would be 60 minutes or less before the tow truck got there. The officers said they couldn't wait that long, but pointed out to me that I was directly across from a Tim Hortons, and that I should go inside there and wait for the tow truck.

    I ran across the road, up the hill, and inside Tim Hortons. "Did you walk here?" the Hispanic guy behind the cash register, seemingly the lone employee in the store, asked me.

    I explained to him that my car had broken down across the street, and that the cops told me to wait inside of the restaurant for the tow truck. He told me not to worry about anything, that he'd pay for whatever I wanted in the store, and if I wanted to, I could go in back and stand by the oven to warm up. I just asked for a butter caramel hot smoothee, and waited by the window to watch for the tow truck.

    An hour passed, and still no tow truck. I finished my drink and ran back down the hill and across the street. Why not, I asked myself. I got into my car, put the key in the ignition, and she started right up. I shut her off and ran back to the gas station to use the payphone and call AAA.

    I explained to the operator that I was waiting on a tow, but that my car was running now. "I'll tell you what's going to happen," he said to me, "you're going to get five minutes down the road, and the car'll break down again, then you'll call us back, and you'll have to go back to the end of the line. Drive up and down the side of the road for six to eight minutes and if everything works okay, give us a call back and let us know if you want to cancel the tow."

    I ran back to my car, key in ignition, and started her up again. I drove up and down the shoulder of the road for several minutes, and the "Service Engine" light went off. With still no tow truck in sight, I drove over to the gas station, called AAA back, and cancelled the tow.

    Not wanting to take a chance on generic gas, I then drove on to Speedway, my original destination, passing the cop who had stopped to let me use his cellphone earlier as he was parked next to Speedway talking to another motorist.

    I put $15 of gas in my car, and was just about to get in and drive away when a man approached me from out of nowhere.

    "Excuse me brother," he said, "I was wondering if you could help me out?"

    "What do you need?" I asked.

    "My daughter is in Good Samaritan Hospital, and I'm trying to get there to be with her, but I don't have any money for gas. I have transportation, but I don't have fuel. All I do have is this leather coat I'm wearing. Would you be willing to buy it off of me for $5.00 so that I can get to my daughter?"

    I looked at his jacket, and it was nice jacket...the kind of jacket that I'd love to own. I also knew that it was 16 degrees outside, and that man was going to need his coat.

    "I can't take your coat," I said, "but I can give you the money."

    I reached into my pocket, pulled out the money, and placed it into his hand.

    "Thank you so much brother," he said to me, as a tear streamed down his cheek, "God bless you, have a good night."

    "Thanks." I replied, as I got back into my car, and started her up to attempt the drive home.

    No more problems, and I arrived home around 2 AM (it always seems to be 2 AM...I never break down during the daylight) to find six cop cars here. Why? Someone was shot outside of the apartments around 12:30 AM, approximately the time I would have arrived home, had everything gone according to plan.

    Now, I'm a believer in everything happening for a reason, and this just seems to prove that thoroughly. If my car hadn't broken down, well, for one, I wouldn't have gotten a free drink at Tim Hortons, but if that drink hadn't been free, I wouldn't have had money on me, and if I hadn't broken down, I would have been to Speedway and gone, and who's to say that man would have gotten the money to get gas to go see his daughter, or who's to say that he wouldn't have had to sell his coat...and who's to say that if I had gotten home on time, that it wouldn't have been me who got shot tonight? Wow, crazy...it's a lot to digest, and I'm still very humbled by it all at the moment.

    You need to send this story to Oprah. WOW! Everything does happen for a reason and this story surely emphasizes that. Glad it all worked out.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Team Clark View Post
    You need to send this story to Oprah.
    Well, I gave it a try, but you have to keep your messages under 2000 characters including spaces. Just not enough for me to tell the whole story.
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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Quote Originally Posted by savafan View Post
    Well, I gave it a try, but you have to keep your messages under 2000 characters including spaces. Just not enough for me to tell the whole story.
    I guess GAC will never be submitting a story to Oprah then either.
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    Quote Originally Posted by pedro View Post
    I guess GAC will never be submitting a story to Oprah then either.
    Especially amazing considering it had to be 3 sentences or less.
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    Great story man, its nice to hear stories that show that maybe there is something else out there helping us through!
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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Great story.

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    That story would make a great "short story" movie. You know the type that get's nominated for Academy awards...

    you could use some artistic liberties and get some hot chicks number while waiting for AAA in the gas station.
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    The amazing thing to me is that when you went back and your car started you shut it back off and walked back to the station instead of driving it to the station and leaving it running??
    I once bought a decent leather jacket from someone who needed $20 and said he would but it back for 20 on payday. Over 12 years later I still have the jacket somewhere.

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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Quote Originally Posted by Hollcat View Post
    The amazing thing to me is that when you went back and your car started you shut it back off and walked back to the station instead of driving it to the station and leaving it running??
    My mom laughed about that too. If the tow truck was on it's way, I didn't want to get billed for having left without cancelling the tow.
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    Re: What a crazy, crazy, crazy night...

    Everything does happen for a reason and this story surely emphasizes that. Glad it all worked out.
    Sounds like it didn't work out for the person who got shot. Wonder what "the reason" for that was?

    Sava, any word on the person who was shot?
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