This was several years ago, with my two younger brothers. I was around 27, brothers were 21, and 17. We were spending the holiday at the grandparents place 1.5 hours away from my parents place. Something was needed all the way back at our folks place. (Don't remember, and the whole thing would have been forgotten had it not been for the flat.)

We get past the old back dirt roads and down the state paved road about 10-15 mins. (I measure drives in time, but at least 20miles from grandparents.) Thankfully by this point we were near civilization again, just passed the major gas station!

My brother's lil car (that poor car, he dogged it so much) got a flat about a mile from the gas station, but on part of the road that has 4 lanes and a turning lane at 55mph. It wasn't safe to hoof it back and cross the road. Besides, it was Xmas day, and I don't think the gas station was open. My brothers and I all know basic side of the road maintenance/ repair, and brother keeps a spare, we should be golden!

That same brother had taken his simple car jack out of his car the week before, intending to replace it with the nicer one, but never got to that second half. We are still in the sticks, so no calls can be made.

We were in the process of bashing our heads together, when a big ole duly passes us. Then it turns around and comes back to stop if they can help. My big little brother told the guy who got out we just needed a jack, and asked to barrow one if the guy had his. This sweet angel had a spare jack, and gifted it to us.

The boys swapped out the tire, and we got the whatever was needed from the house and back again with a story to tell!

Thank you again kind stranger from several years ago out in the sticks and hollers in Arkansas. You did make our redneck Christmas special.