Life In The Sticks

Today on the way home I was just about to turn down my road and had stopped at my mailbox. The left front tire didn't feel right but I was too close to the mailbox to check it out. As I'm reaching in the mailbox to get the mail, I see in the rearview mirror a truck coming up and flashing his lights and waving an arm out the window. I'm thinking, what does this guy want. I pull a little down the road to check the tire and he pulls in behind me and says, "I saw the tire go flat and tried to wave you down, you want me to get my air compressor and I can plug it for ya?" I says, "Nah, I can just throw the spare on real quick." He says, "no, I can do it, no problem at all. There comes my brother, he has an air compressor in the back of his truck." So he flags his brother down and they jump out and air up the tire and try to plug it but the hole is just too big. They then proceed to jack it up and change the tire like a Nascar Pit Crew. Lickety split and they're done. I thanked them profusely and tried to offer money, to which they were offended and said, "no we ain't lookin' for money, just being neighborly." And off they went.
I've stopped and changed a few tires for people myself or have run out of gas and had someone stop and take me to the gas station or what not. One morning I had a flat and it was about 5 in morning, pitch black and I'm trying to change this tire in the dark. I was on a back country road and this lady pulls up and asks if I need some help. Not many people will do that, especially that time of day.
That's why I love Texas! And that's why we're called the Friendly State, that and Texas is derived from the Caddo indian term Tejas which means "Those who are friends"