Was on my way to Clinton from Springfield for a funeral. I was in my late 20’s so my hair was long and my beard was longer. I was in a suit, so I was probably feeling more presentable than I looked.

Up by the turn off to Lowry City I spotted three elderly women in a fairly new Cadillac staring at a flat tire. Gotta stop and help, right?

By the time I got turned around and parked behind them they were already back in their car. I walked up beside the driver’s window and asked her to roll it down. The first indication that I might not be as presentable as I’d thought was when all the doors lock as she rolls that window down, about half an inch. 
I told her that if she’d pop the latch on her trunk I’d change her tire. Ten minutes later, tire changed, jack and flat tire back in her trunk I look to the driver’s side window, still rolled down about half an inch and see a $20 blowing in the breeze. I walked up to the window and told her to keep her money, I said that next time it might be me on the side of the road needing help. This darling little old lady still holding the $20 out the window spoke the only words she’d said to me since I’d stopped. She looked me up and down and said, “Young man, you should probably take this $20, I wouldn’t stop.”