Why are there so few good men?

Recently, the front left wheel on my cute little CRV went flat. Desperation was an immediate emotion for me. Helpless feelings grow quickly when one is without transportation. How do I get to my jobsite? What if I need supplies? How am I going to change this thing?

Do I have a jack? was the next question as I read the ops manual from the glove compartment. The answer came quickly. Quicker than I would like to admit. No, but you do have a cell phone!

And so I proceeded to call several friends. Guys. Alas, all too busy to come to my aid. :( I ended up calling my dear friend, my "spiritual father," I like to call him. Always there for me to help me understand life, spiritual and otherwise. Tony, is his name. Tony came through for me! Yay! He helped me to get through most of the changing of the tire. My eighty-year-old friend guided me through the changing of a tire.

Alas, darkness came and I had no choice but to leave the car up on the jack and without a tire on the wheel. Why? You see, the jack was in the wrong place on the car. So there wasn't the proper amount of lift to provide space for the spare to be put on. And, no light. I had to abandon my car. ugh.

But! Alas, my landlords/friends went out and put the flat back on and lowered car. Safe. My friends, Amy and Ray, assured me it was better this way. And they did this and then called me. How nice! (I had been inside my cottage praying that nothing would happen to the car while it was up on the jack). Thanks to Amy and Ray (2 weeks out of surgery), I slept that night.

I'm single. Boy did I feel the negative impact of what that means. Well, the next day Amy and I changed the flat and put on the spare. Flat. My arms went up and quicker than you could say "hey!" I dialed my cell and told a colleague, who will remain nameless, what had happened. He came over straight away and gave me assistance. Yay! He also wanted to get a little somethin' somethin' for his trouble. INAPPROPRIATE! No worries, nothing happened.

It really makes me wonder. Why are there are so few good men. Thank you Tony, Ray and Amy for your efforts and support on my behalf. My CRV thanks you as well. :)