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This is the story of an unfortunate chain of events that changed my life, without warning. My mother had been suffering from Alzheimer's for several years and I had been making the 90-minute trek to see her at least once per week for a few years now. Honestly as her condition worsened, I had been letting it slip to once per month.

This was my first trip with a new car, and I had been oblivious to my gas being low. Suddenly the low fuel alarm ding called it to my attention. Of course, it happened in the worst possible spot as it was, several miles to the next exit and I was not sure there would even be a gas station there. With all my trips, I do not recall ever stopping for gas there.

As I approached the next exit, it became apparent there was no gas at the exit. I had no choice be to try the next one. I recall a gas station sign at the next exit but could not recall ever using it either. The needle was getting below *quot;E*quot; by the time I made it to the exit.

I sighed a great sigh of relief when I saw the blue highway sign and the only thing on the services sign was BP. Relief became dismay as I pulled off the highway and saw BP 2.5 miles. Dismay became bewilderment as I pulled in and realized it was closed. Sunday at a nowhere exit...not surprising. I pulled through the pumps and beside the building, to turn around and head back to the highway. Unfortunately that is where she died.

I looked around and there was not much of anything around, so I called AAA on my cell phone. The signal was bad, but after 2 disconnects and a stroll around the parking lot to find the ideal signal, I managed to get through and convey my location. They told me the only AAA tow truck in the area was on a call with another waiting, so it would be at least an hour.

I called my wife and let her know what was happening. I told her, I would be late if I made it home at all. We talked until I realized, my phone battery was dying, and I left the fucking charger at home. Two hours and three more phone calls to AAA later, it died.

I had dozed off and was startled awake by a bang on the window. I jumped awake, heart racing, to the sight of a fairly large black man with a bit of razor stubble on his face. He was about 30-35 about 6ft. tall and looked like he lifted weights. He hand signaled me to roll down the window.

As I did, he mumbled, *quot;My lucky day.*quot; He looked at his clip board and said, *quot;Mr. Davis, I am Robert from P