Two days ago, my girlfriend and I drove from Arizona to Nevada. Mid-trip the GPS took us from scenic nature drive to dusty path and then straight into goopy, wet, clay, ‘road’. Needless to say, our small economy sized rental car got stuck deep in the mess and we were suddenly in the middle of beautiful nowhere. To the left was miles of empty field, to the right was the same, to the back was more of the muddy path that we somehow managed to not get stuck in, and in the distance just mountains. We were so far out that both of our phones had no service. I tried to exit the car but we were deep enough that the front doors were held closed with mud. I had to climb into the back seat to get to the backdoor. I attempted digging us out with a pizza box we had in the car, tried pushing the car, got crafty and repurposed the pizza box for tire traction to no avail, and finally, I just got down into the soupy mud and used my hands and strived to dig us out. We were only stuck for about 10 minutes before a pickup truck passed us by and then stopped right before we thought he was just going to keep going. This young white man stepped down from his truck and walked out to us asking if we wanted help. It wasn’t a vegas slot machine payout but this win was everything. Hero dude got on his knees into the mud and hooked up his pull straps to our car, attached it to his truck and towed us out of the thick mud in seconds. He let us know that where we were stuck was the worst part of the trek and unhooked the straps from the vehicles. We gave each other a muddy handshake then he wished us good luck on our journey. This stranger helped us out immensely, asked for nothing in return, and went on his way. We drove three more hours to our destination safely and made it to our plane on time. What could have been a disaster turned into yet another moment of reflection.