God is good.

Let me just say that today has been a crazy day. Tiffany, Joyce and I were going to visit UCLA. I volunteered to drive. We were going to take the 405-N all the way up to LA. As we are driving, we just chatted about dreams and whatnot and I moved the car to the carpool lane cause we had more than 1 person. Everything was going fine until the car started making this random bumping noise then I think something hit the bottom of the car. Which suprised us, but nothing really happened until about a minute later there was a bang and the side of the car flew up. That freaked the heck out of me. So I'm switching lanes to get to the shoulder and praise God that no accidents happened. After getting out of the car we saw that the tire was stripped and had blown up and then there were all these wires hanging out cause the side of the car ripped off and rolled up. The car was also dripping some random liquid. I was thinking "oh crap". Joyce and Tiff were trying to make sure that I was okay. I was mostly in a state of shock, I suppose. Joyce started calling AAA to see if we could get towed and I was calling my dad to ask him what to do. All of the sudden, Tiff said,"Uh, this car pulled up behind us." All of us turn around and there was this man in a small truck-ish looking thing and wearing a safety vest. I think his name was A. Sola. He was like "I help you. I'm from Metro. I change the tire for you. It's free". He then handed me this brochure that explained what he was doing. I guess I should thank the taxpayers and voters for passing Prop C. So this Metro man to changed the flat on my car and then used wires to hold up the cables. There wasn't really anything that could be done about the fender. Then while the Metro man was finishing up this Mercedes-Benz pulls in front of my car. This asian man, whose name is Peter, started talking to us and asking if we were okay. The Metro man assumed this guy was my dad and started pointing out the damage and showing him what he did. Peter, or Uncle Peter as we like to call him, asked us if we paid the man yet for helping us and started pulling money out of his wallet. All three of us were like no, no, no, its free! its free! Tiff even pointed to the brochure (though on the spanish side). Uncle Peter said that he would follow us off the freeway and take us to a place to get the tire fixed. So we drive super slow and exit at the first exit. He took us to this car shop that does tire work. He talked to the manager there and made sure that we were squared away to get help. It turns out that he was on his way to pick up his son from somewhere but he stopped to help us. He asked if we had enough money to pay for the fixed tire and we assured him that we were okay. I honestly think if we didn't have enough money, he would've paid. Remember, this guy is a total stranger. Anyways, we got the tire fixed and got an estimate on how much it would take to fix the body (1500 dollas for the body) and then headed back to Irvine. slowly. All in all it was a crazy experience, but I know that throughout the whole thing, God was watching over us and taking care of us. All the people who showed up to help weren't people that we specifically called. Metro man and Uncle Peter stopped by because they saw that we were in trouble. Joyce and Tiff were trying to make sure that I was okay and were super patient throughout the whole thing. The situation could've been a lot worse, but it wasn't. No one was hurt. I thank God for providing me with these good friends and the help. In conclusion, God is good.
(PS. thanks for lunch. you guys didn't have to. but it touched my heart. <3)