So my trusty beloved Xterra has something wrong with it, and a normally 20 minute trip just took 2.5 hours because of the number of times I had to pull over and wait for the engine to stop overheating. (Please cross fingers it’s something thermostaty and not a heater core or something, I don’t have an extra grand sitting around.)

The good news – and the point to this post – is that in that time period no less than FOUR people stopped to see if we needed help when I was pulled over. I’m sure in part it’s because I was chilling in the middle of a parking lot blowing dandelions with my two young kids, but it’s still nice to know complete strangers – one teenager, no less! – will offer to help.

Props to nice people.