It was 96°F, no shoulder, and she was stranded with her daughter in the backseat. Panic was rising—until a black Jeep pulled over. A young man in a yarmulke stepped out.
“If this were my mom, I’d hope someone would stop,” he said. He changed her tire in the blazing sun, refused money, and shared how his community offers roadside help to anyone.
When he left, she cried. He hadn’t just fixed a car—he restored her faith in humanity. Small acts like his remind us that kindness still lives, waiting on every road.