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#52 (Lauren g!p)

Is there still good in this world?

Lauren's POV

I have always found it hard to get into the Christmas Spirit. I could never understand why people would put themselves in debt, for gifts that in a week or two, would be placed in a pile of unused items. Besides, people become all cheerful on Christmas, but as soon as January rolls around, they are back with the same old bad attitudes.

Just because I do not get into the Christmas Spirit, doesn't mean I am a scrooge. I would much rather give than receive. I have always helped out at the local mission throughout the holidays. I gave to the Toys for Tots and do my share to fill the little red kettles. I get a real good feeling about helping others who are not as fortunate as I am.

My whole feeling about Christmas changed a couple of years ago. In Miami, we don't have to worry about a white Christmas, but more times than not, we have wet ones. On this particular Christmas Eve, it had been raining off and on for a couple of days. The rain had caused the roads to become slick as glass, and each time I rode on the roads, I was thankful for the type of car I had.

I was heading to a friends house for a dinner party when up ahead I saw a car in the ditch. I slowed my car down, and as I approached, I could tell the car had slid off into the ditch. The driver of the car was an elderly lady, so I parked and got out to see if I could help her.

"Oh you are an angel. I have been stuck here for over an hour and no one would stop," the lady said in a soft voice as I approached her. I examined the situation and checked the front of her car for a place to hook my tow strap.

"I will have you out of here in a jiffy," I replied with a smile. I pulled out my strap and hooked it up to the front of her car, I maneuvered my car around and hooked the other end to my back bumper and pulled it tight. 

I got back out and helped her into her car and gave her some instructions on what to do, then I returned to my own car. Within a couple of minutes, she was out of the ditch and back on solid ground. I unhooked everything, and made sure she was okay, before walking back toward my car.

"How much do I owe you dear?" She asked.

"Just have a Merry Christmas," I replied and got back into my car. She followed me back to the main road, and I waved as she went on her way.

Later that same evening while on my way home from my friends house, I spotted another car with it's hood up. Luckily the car was on the highway, so as I approached, I slowed down and pulled onto the shoulder behind it.

As I got closer  to the car, I could see a car seat in the back seat. In the front seat was a mother and she had her baby clutched in her arms. They were asleep in the front seat. I gently tapped on the window, and the woman jumped with fright.

"I'm sorry," I started. "Can I help you?"

The woman laid her baby on the seat and covered it with her coat, then opened the door. The cold night air caused her to hug her upper body with her arms. "It just quit. I was on the way back from a friends house and the battery light came on, and within a few minuted it was dead," she shivered.

I peaked under the hood, I was certain that the alternator had went out, or a belt had broken, but it was Christmas Eve and there were no part stores open. "Would you like to use my phone? You could call someone to come and get you," I offered.

The woman teared up and her lips began to tremble. "My husband is in Afghanistan. This is our baby's first Christmas, and he is going to miss it. My parents are home, but they are not in good health and can not see good enough to drive at night."