It was nearly midnight when Mia's car sputtered and came to a stop on the side of the highway. The engine had been making strange noises for the last few miles, but now it was dead. No lights, no sound, just a quiet, unnerving stillness.
She tried the ignition again. Nothing. The empty road stretched ahead, and her phone showed no signal.
Panic set in. She was miles from home, with no way to reach anyone.
Just as she started to wonder how long she'd be stuck there, a set of headlights appeared in the distance. A tow truck.
The truck pulled up beside her, and a man with a tired but friendly smile stepped out. "You okay?"
"I don't think so," Mia said, her voice shaky. "Car's dead. I have no idea what happened."
He nodded. "Let's get you out of here."
In just a few minutes, Mia's car was hitched up, and she was on her way to the nearest service station. She was still in shock from how quickly things had turned, but the driver's calm demeanor made everything feel a little better.
"Don't worry," he said as they drove. "We'll get you fixed up."
When they finally reached the station, Mia thanked him and stepped out of the truck. As the tow driver drove off, she realized how much she'd taken a working car for granted. And how, sometimes, a little bit of help at the right time makes all the difference.