I drove back to Harrisonburg on my birthday. As I was driving home, I got my first flat tire!

It was right in between home and school so I couldn't get anyone to come meet me. Okay, I have a general idea of how to change a spare but I've seen how difficult it can be if you aren't strong enough. I decide I need to call someone to figure out what I should do. I call my mom about three times but her phone is off. My dad's phone isn't always on, so I dialed my brother's number. What happens next? Phone dies. I realized I didn't really have any other option other than pathetically attempting to change it myself. Nope. Luckily, a really nice woman stopped and helped me out. We got three of the bolts off but the last two were on so tight, we had no idea how to get them off. After working at it for about half an hour, a family stopped and two younger guys came out to help in their oxford shirts with ties and khaki pants. They changed the rest of it for us and I was back on the road. Happy Birthday to me!
Good news you ask? New tire swing :)