T'was 1995, and I was heading back to base at Ft. Gordon one night when my right front tire EXPLODED. I thought it was THE END.

I pulled over so that I could change the tier and the road was pitch black. So, I was out in the night trying to change the tier and all of a sudden a pick-up truck rolled up on me with the light beaming. A White dude got out and asked if I was Ok.

I told him what happened and I guess that he could tell that i was still shook about the explosion.

I was still trying to get the lugs off when he came over and offered a hand. He talked about how crazy it was that no one stopped to help me in the dark.

Next thing I know, dude had taken all of the lugs off and put the spare on, shook my hand, told me to be safe and dipped.

I was grateful and I've never looked at random White Help ever the same,



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"America, stop turning our Court Houses of Justice into Dens for Justified Murderers."