So here's a story that Sara told me after this situation happened. I have been asking Sara to share one of her stories with me and she always relies, when the time is right. The story goes like this...There was once a Chasidic Rabbi back in the day that was walking to synagogue and was stopped by the king. Now this king thought highly of this Rabbi and even consulted him on important matters. The king asked the Rabbi where he was traveling to this morning. The Rabbi replied that he's not sure. The king asked again and got the same answer. The king thought that the Rabbi was lying to him so he took him off to jail. When they got to the jail the king asked the Rabbi why he wouldn't tell him the truth. Well the Rabbi replied, I was on my way to synagogue and headed up in jail. You never know where your journeys might take you.
Now this story being told, this is our story. We took the ferry from the north island to the south island. The view was gorgous. We drove our car off of the ferry and were heading toward Nelson. We were just about to leave the city of Picton (where the ferry gets let off) and our car breaks down. Sara stays with the car and I run to a gas station close by to get some help. The man says that he can't leave for 45min but will come when he gets off work. I go back to the car and we get our stove out and cook a big feast on the side of the road while we wait. The man goes and pulls us (literally with a rope) back to the gas station. He tells us to come back in the morning. He was incredibly nice and helpful. We find a hostel and it has a hot tub! I go back in the morning and the car is all fixed. We leave for our second time to head to Nelson.
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