My damn four-wheel drive is out
and I can' t seem to pull out of this rut
nobody wants to get involved
and whiz pass me
like I am part of the snow-pile scenery
some asshole
behind me
blinks his lights
honking his horn
I roll down my window
to signal
to go around me
but to my surprise
he is already at my driver side door
'You look a little stuck,
how's your four-wheel-drive?'
'Not working', I reply
he nods,
'turn your wheel to the right
and pull back slowly...
too much, there ya go
that's it...
now to the left...
slow slow slow'
he works me out of the icey patch
he walks next to my car,
'I will follow you.
Remember to take it easy on the curve ahead'
I concentrate on the road
and the movements of my vehicle
talking to it, like it will understand
and cooperate
I almost forget about the stranger behind me
and when I look up at my rear view mirror
I watch him turn left
on memorial
and that's when I realize
I may never see him again
so this goes out to him







I felt kinda bad...because I always say thanks to those who do anything for me! so I wrote this to get it off my chest


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