I want to share a story about a man named Glenn. Yesterday, I was driving to a funeral near Green Bay, Wisconsin. After spending the night in La Crosse, I hit the road around 5:30 am. About an hour later, I started hearing a grinding noise from my left front tire, which quickly worsened. I figured it was the wheel bearing. Since I was taking back roads, I knew I was in a remote area and would need to stop. I pulled into Wild Rose, Wisconsin, and found a small store with an auto service garage. It was just after 7 am, and I hoped someone could help. An older man was stocking shelves, and I, rather foolishly, asked if he worked there. He did, and after I explained the noise, he noticed my funeral attire and asked where I was headed. I told him, and he replied, “Pull it around back.” He confirmed the wheel bearing was the issue and said it wouldn’t last another 70 miles. They could fix it, but it would take a few hours. There were no rental cars available in the town of 725 people. I must have looked stressed because Glenn then pulled out his own truck keys and said, “Take my truck. Fill it up with gas, don’t turn on the emergency lights, and get going. She’ll do 120 mph if you need her to.” He was lending his truck to a complete stranger he’d just met! I used his truck, complete with tools and firewood in the back, to get to the funeral and back. When I returned, we talked, and I thanked him. Glenn, a 74-year-old mechanic, with a strong grip, turned a bad day into a good one, teaching me a valuable lesson: “just be kind and help if you can.”
