Whenever I drive alone, a tiny voice buried deep in my mind starts talking to me. It asks me, “What are you going to do if your car breaks down?” Maybe I’m just paranoid, but I don’t want to be stuck on a strange, dark, deserted road with a broken down car (which is one of my biggest fears). I don’t know much about cars, so in a situation like that, I …showed first 75 words of 809 total…

…showed last 75 words of 809 total…okay to me (I don’t know what it’s supposed to look like normally). I look around for help. Oh no, there’s nobody around. Then I come to my senses and pull out my cell phone. I thought I was all alone, but I’m not. I call my uncle, who owns a car repair shop. Since I have my cell phone, my uncle is right there with me. I am not alone.