“What are you going to do?” Dan asked.
“I’m not sure,” Bertha muttered. “I need more time to think it over”
“Well, let me know when you decide,” he replied, turning his back to her.
She walked off wondering how she is going to fix her flat tire. Dan offered to use his tire tools and take the tire off the rim and put a new one on. Bertha does not tell him to go ahead or to leave, so Dan starts to walk back to his truck. Bertha doesn’t know what to do.
“Wait!” she yelled as he walked away. “I want you to put on a new tire. Fine sir I sure hope you will help me out. I will pay you cash if that will convince you to help me out. I hate going to those dirty tire shops and I hope you will change my tire for me. I will pay you the same price the tire …show more content…
Dan and Betha climbed into the cab of his 1970 C50 Chevrolet farm truck and went to the local Goodyear distributor. Bertha bought a new 16 inch tire and Dan mounted the tire on the rim of her Mazda RX8 by three o'clock that afternoon. Bertha got out her cash and offered Dan fifty dollars. Dan refused the offer and told her to pass on a good deed to someone else and that would be a fine payment.
“Around here we don’t need a lot of money because we all help out each other. When your neighbors are always willing to help you out and you are willing to help them out the world runs that much smoother,” reported …show more content…
She got in her sports car with a different point of view on society. Dan got in his old Chevrolet and watched Bertha drive away. He thought he would never see her again. As Bertha entered the interstate she couldn’t help thinking about the way society acts. Everyone on the interstate was in a hurry. People honking their horns and weaving in and out of traffic. She realized she doesn’t want to be part of the hussle bussle crowd anymore. She wanted to live on a farm and grow her own food and raise her own meat. As Bertha drove closer to the next exit ramp she decided to take it and go back to the small town where she met Dan. She didn’t know where she was when she was driving on the county road. The gravel road had a lot of crossroads along it and something in her gut told where to turn. Bertha’s gut was right because as she entered a small town she knew she was in the right place. She drove to the Goodyear store and asked them if they knew Dan.
“I know Danny,”said Jeff, the clerk. “He is a fine boy. He has a nice farm too. If you get on county road 1400 north up there past the Diner and drive about five mile back you will come to a sign that says Jones’ Dairy Farm. You can’t miss it there on the right hand side of the
“I’m not sure,” Bertha muttered. “I need more time to think it over”
“Well, let me know when you decide,” he replied, turning his back to her.
She walked off wondering how she is going to fix her flat tire. Dan offered to use his tire tools and take the tire off the rim and put a new one on. Bertha does not tell him to go ahead or to leave, so Dan starts to walk back to his truck. Bertha doesn’t know what to do.
“Wait!” she yelled as he walked away. “I want you to put on a new tire. Fine sir I sure hope you will help me out. I will pay you cash if that will convince you to help me out. I hate going to those dirty tire shops and I hope you will change my tire for me. I will pay you the same price the tire …show more content…
Dan and Betha climbed into the cab of his 1970 C50 Chevrolet farm truck and went to the local Goodyear distributor. Bertha bought a new 16 inch tire and Dan mounted the tire on the rim of her Mazda RX8 by three o'clock that afternoon. Bertha got out her cash and offered Dan fifty dollars. Dan refused the offer and told her to pass on a good deed to someone else and that would be a fine payment.
“Around here we don’t need a lot of money because we all help out each other. When your neighbors are always willing to help you out and you are willing to help them out the world runs that much smoother,” reported …show more content…
She got in her sports car with a different point of view on society. Dan got in his old Chevrolet and watched Bertha drive away. He thought he would never see her again. As Bertha entered the interstate she couldn’t help thinking about the way society acts. Everyone on the interstate was in a hurry. People honking their horns and weaving in and out of traffic. She realized she doesn’t want to be part of the hussle bussle crowd anymore. She wanted to live on a farm and grow her own food and raise her own meat. As Bertha drove closer to the next exit ramp she decided to take it and go back to the small town where she met Dan. She didn’t know where she was when she was driving on the county road. The gravel road had a lot of crossroads along it and something in her gut told where to turn. Bertha’s gut was right because as she entered a small town she knew she was in the right place. She drove to the Goodyear store and asked them if they knew Dan.
“I know Danny,”said Jeff, the clerk. “He is a fine boy. He has a nice farm too. If you get on county road 1400 north up there past the Diner and drive about five mile back you will come to a sign that says Jones’ Dairy Farm. You can’t miss it there on the right hand side of the