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While stopping to assist a girl with a flat tire late at night, I was shocked by something I discovered inside her car's trunk. With its hazards blinking weakly in the dark, a white sedan was sitting on the shoulder of Highway 42 when I spotted it at 11 PM. My initial plan was to ride right past, considering the late hour, my fatigue, and the forty miles remaining on my journey home. As I rode by, however, she suddenly appeared in my headlight. Clutching a tire iron, a tee…

The white sedan sat tilted on the muddy shoulder of Highway Forty-Two with its headlights dead. In the beam of…