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This Guy Was Disgusted With People Not Bothering To Help Him On The Road Until Mexican Immigrants Showed Him True Kindness

If you have ever driven or rode in a vehicle it’s likely you’ve read person on the side of the road in distress- did you pick them up or pull over? Well, this question,’ have you ever picked up a hitch-hiker? ’ prompted a long, heartfelt replies from one Reddit user and the story is about much more than driving etiquette. In the full page essay, userrhoner told the story of a Mexican migrant family that despite the hardships they had faced or racisms people might comprise about them in these subdivided days, they taught him the ultimate lesson in what it means to help your fellow human.

Image credits: North Dakota

Someone on Reddit began a thread with this simple question

And one user had this beautiful response:

Just about every time I recognize someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, endeavoured to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn’t too stoked on the practice. Then some sh* t happens to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would gratify me, it is[ a] long narrative and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.

This past year I have had 3 instances of automobile trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people’s vehicles which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional degree. It induces it worse on a practical measures as well, what with the facts of the case that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my vehicle, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep inclination with less than a gallon of fuel.

Anyway, each of these periods this sh* t happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I invested hours on the side of the road waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn’t loan them out “for my safety” but I could buy a really sh ** ty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to attain “youre saying” sh* t like “this country is going to hell in a handbasket.”

But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound impact on me.

He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole household of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for closely connected to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered fund. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and simply hitch out there a van pulls over and dude binds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks English. He imparts through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He makes a insure from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, throw his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I violated his tire cast-iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn’t careful and I snapped the brain I required clean off. F* ck.

No fears, he runs to the van, makes it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire cast-iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and blaspheme( stupid log was starting to give ), and I am a very pleased about humankind. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife makes a large water jug for us to clean our hands in. I tried to threw a 20 in the man’s hand but he wouldn’t take it so I instead gave it to his wife as softly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a endowment for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best f* cking tamale I have ever had.

So, to clarify, their own families that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of street, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow…

But we aren’t done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my auto and open the foil on the tamale cause I am depriving at this phase and what do I find inside? My f ** monarch $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He appreciates the $20 in my hand and merely shaking his head no like he won’t take it. All I can think to say is “Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor” with my hands out. Dude only smiles, rattles his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to talk to me in English 😛 TAGEND

“Today you …. tomorrow me.”

Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rearview. I sat in my vehicle feeing the best f ** king tamale of all time and I merely cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough time and nothing has violated my behavior. This was so out of left field I simply couldn’t deal.

In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, moved 50 miles out of my lane to get a girl to an airport. I won’t accept fund. Every hour I tell them the same thing when we are through 😛 TAGEND

“Today you …. tomorrow me.”

People in the comments were moved by the tale but not sure they could do the same

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