Joe

Joe is from Ghana.

He left Ghana about 10 years ago and moved to Italy. Then to the US. Then back to Italy. Then he got a visa and moved back to the US and got married. 

Now Joe works at Walmart. He was driving home from work on Wednesday morning (around 8 am) and he got a flat tire. 

Providentially, he got his flat tire close enough to my exit that I was already in the rightmost lane, so I could actually get to him without merging across four lanes of rush-hour traffic. 

Joe had no spare, so I just drove him home, which made me half an hour late for a class in which I was supposed to turn in homework at the beginning of class. I received grace from the teacher on that point.

A couple of hours later I received a call on my cell.

It was Joe. He'd gone out, bought a tire, changed it, and drove his car home (all after coming home from work at 8 in the morning! I don't know how long he'd been up, but he's a trooper). He called to let me know that his problem was now resolved. 

You know, I think Joe is more thoughtful than I am.