It is time for a new document. I belong to a “Writers” Group. It is time to write a new story to share with my fellow writers. It is usually a story about something in our lives.
I am Joseph Zott. When I was young I lived in Centerline, Michigan. City was not very popular. It is located on the north edge of the Detroit City Boundary. In fact, it is three miles between Detroit and Centerline. And Centerline was a small lightly populated village. It became very popular during the recent popular “International War No. 2”. A tank plant was built on the north edge of the City. The area exploded with living facilities for the hundreds of workers for the plants. There were several plants built in the general area and population exploded. Time has passed and I have forgotten of the growth of a small city.
After the war, many of the new citizens decided to become not just new citizens but to move in with intensions to stay and become part of the area.
After the war, I found the love of my life and we planned to get married. She had some plans to visit female friends on Sunday afternoon. I decided this was a great time to visit my mother. So my Mother and I had a great visit discussing my marriage etc. But times passes and I left for home. The road was about 6 lanes wide, a subdivision road. I saw the car stopped almost in the middle of the road. Essentially no traffic. So I pulled my car to opposing lane and proceeded past the car. I noticed that there was 2 women in their car. They just sat there. I realized that they had a flat tire. I thought “aw hell”. I could hear my mother’s voice (in my mind) “help them”.
I stopped the car. Turned it around and drove back past the parked car, again turned the car and drove back to the car stopped in the road with 2 passengers. I drove up to the stopped car, and walked up to their car. They opened their window a slit to talk to me. We discussed the flat tire. I offered to change it if she had equipment. They gave me keys to car and I got out the spare tire and tools and changed the flat tire. They wanted to pay me. Refused. I Said “for some time in the future, help someone who needs help. I then went home. They drove away.