A New Slogan to Live Your Life By: "Today, you... Tomorrow, me"

This is just a nice story to start the day with:  You know how it is when your car breaks down; it can really ruin your mood and your day.  So, this story is about a guy who goes through the same things that you and I go through: a flat tire, blown fuses and he ran out of gas.

And nobody stopped to help.

Even the gas stations he walked to didn’t have a gas can they could loan him. 

People in a hurry continually passed him by with no reason to stop and help.

 

But the other day this guy had a flat in somebody else’s car and there was NO JACK. As he sat on the side of the road, the family who stopped had a profound effect on him.

This stranger pulled over and had his whole family of 6 in tow and could barely speak English. 

He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he wants to help.  He has a jack . We finish the job with a little sweat  and I am a very happy man.  I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could and I thanked them.  I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift 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... 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.

I was floored to think that here was a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, 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.

But the story is not over yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no and he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. The dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:

"Today you... tomorrow me."

He rolled up his window and drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and this was so out of left field.

In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:

“Today you... tomorrow me.”