You were driving down the quiet country roads of Jefferson, Texas; the air thick with that good country smell.

Driving down a straight road, you heard a hissing sound, then thumping as your car came to a halt. Exiting the car, you notice your back tire had a flat, no one for miles to help you.

As you started to frustratingly kick your car, another car pulled up. A man stepping out, a smile on his face “Need a hand?” He cracked a soft smile, his hands resting on his car door.