Gemotions

The tow truck roared to life, its engine a low growl that vibrated through the quiet street. The owner of the car, a young man who worked at the local diner, had just been towed. He always had a smile for everyone, but he never had much money, always making ends meet.

The observer winced, thinking of the financial hit, the sudden disruption to his routine. A wave of shared anxiety hit him. He knew the feeling of being strapped for cash.

He found himself reaching for his phone, ready to offer a ride. He didn’t care what the situation was.