A week ago, my wife and I were excited. We had just opened our DeseretBnB business account at Wells Fargo bank in Everett, Washington. To celebrate, we were going to eat at Dick's Drive-In, a Seattle icon where the fries are as greasy as a 1950's hoodlum. However, when we arrived at my truck, two women were standing next to it, speaking Spanish and pointing to a flat tire on their vehicle. "You have a flat tire," I pointed out.
The women looked at me and asked, "Okay to drive to tire shop?" they asked.
"No, need," I said, "I'll have changed it in a couple of minutes."
My wife pointed out that the white clothes I was wearing wouldn't come clean as I ushered her into our truck and went to work.
Within ten minutes, after a lot of grunting and sweating, I had the spare tire on the ladies' car and was accepting their gratitude as non-chalantly as I could. Covered with grease and sweat, I told them it was no problem. My wife and I then continued on our way thinking that was the end of the story. It wasn't.
On Father's day, a few days later, my wife and I were driving on I-405 near Kirkland, Washington. Suddenly, I lost all power in my pickup. I pulled over to the side of the road and checked the engine, I couldn't find anything wrong, so I called AAA. As I was speaking to them to arrange a tow truck, a young man named Jeremy driving a white Ford pickup with a motorcycle in the back, stopped and asked me what the problem was. Since I had looked, and looked, and couldn't find anything, I told the young fellow thanks but, "I have a truck on the way."
The young man asked if he could take a look anyway. All the while, cars and trucks are zooming past just feet away at sixty to seventy miles an hour.
While I was speaking to AAA, the young man told me my electronic fuel injection fuse was burnt and he had traded out that fuse with another. Sure, enough, the truck started right up. Without my glasses, the fuses had looked fine to me.
Because I was trying to get AAA to cancel the tow truck, the young man returned to his truck and waited for us to get rolling. I never got his contact details, so I have no way to thank him. So, here it is.
Thank you Jeremy.
Most people don't believe this story could happen in a place like Washington State, which used to be full of wonderful people but is now overrun with the world's worst characters.
Ever since I began the process of founding Deseretbnb.com, where Latter-day Saints can travel and stay in safety within the social network of the Church, wonderful things like this have been happening every day. Please, join with us and a whole world of Saints.
Matthew D. Heines
CEO DeseretBnB
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