One summer, when I was about ten years old, my family and I decided to visit my grandparents in Raya Azebo. It was a long trip from Mekelle, but we were excited to spend time in the countryside, surrounded by the green fields and fresh air. My father, who loved to take scenic routes, suggested we travel through a lesser-known road that cut through the hills.
At first, the drive was smooth. My siblings and I laughed and played in the backseat, enjoying the sights of farmers working in their fields. But as we got deeper into the countryside, the road became rough, and suddenly, our car hit a deep pothole. The loud thud startled everyone, and soon we realized that we had a flat tire.
With no nearby towns and only a few scattered houses in sight, my father and uncle got out to assess the damage. Unfortunately, our spare tire was also in bad condition. We had no choice but to wait by the roadside, hoping for a passerby who could help us. The sun was setting, and the air grew chilly.
Just when we thought we might have to spend the night in the car, a kind farmer riding a donkey cart appeared. He saw our situation and offered to take my father to the nearest village to find a mechanic. It was a slow ride, but an hour later, he returned with help. The mechanic fixed our car, and we were finally back on the road.
That day, I learned two things: always check your spare tire before a long trip, and kindness can come from the most unexpected places.