About three months ago, we were driving home from visiting my sister. It was about 11:30 at night, it was cold and it was pouring down rain.
Around the Highway 311 exit on N.C. 220, we had a flat tire. My husband and I are both in our mid-70s, and there was no way we could change it.
We pulled over and put on our emergency flashers, hoping someone would stop. We waited almost 30 minutes as cars just kept going by, even law enforcement.
Finally, as we were about to give up, a guardian angel stopped to help.
He knocked on the window to ask what was wrong. My husband told him about the flat tire. Without any hesitation, he asked my husband to pop the trunk.
Well, then he told us some more bad news: our spare tire was flat.
He went to his car and put his spare tire on and told us that even though it was a donut, it would get us home.
While he was changing the tire he told us we could stay inside as the weather was so bad, and he gave me his cell phone to call my sister and our kids to let them know we were OK.
After he changed the tire, he told us he would follow us home to make sure we made it safely. He would not accept any money. He said he was just happy to help.
The story doesn’t end there. The next morning, by the time we woke up, he had already fixed our flat tire and put it on our car.
If you’re ever in Randleman, stop at Capri’s restaurant and thank John George for being such a good guy and our guardian angel.
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