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The night our car broke down at 2 a.m. is one I will never forget. We were driving along a nearly empty road when the engine suddenly went silent. No warning lights, no nearby buildings, no phone signal. Just darkness, wind, and the uncomfortable realization that we had no plan for what came next. After sitting in silence for several minutes, we saw headlights in the distance.
One car slowed, then pulled over. A man stepped out, calm and unhurried, and asked if we were okay. There was nothing dramatic about him—just a steady presence that immediately made the situation feel less frightening. He helped us get off the road, offered us a ride to a nearby town, and spoke in a way that made everything feel manageable again. Before we could even properly thank him, he was gone.
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