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My Why!


It is a freezing December night, the wind claws at my back, snow and ice crunch beneath my boots. I just want to get home and burrow into the warmth of my electric blanket. A sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach as I cross the desolate parking lot.

My heart sinks. Shattered glass litters the dark pavement sparkling like scattered blood diamonds deceptiveky beautiful and all too threatening in the dim glow of streetlights. Slashed tires slump aginst unforgiving concrete.There's no hope of escape.

Memories flash through my mind of another time I was stranded. Waking up in a pool of blood. Calling every one in my contacts but they were all too busy to help or didn't answer. 
Fear clenches in my stomach, nausea burns my throat. I can't go through that again! 
But this time is different. This time, I know who to call. I take a deep breathe, gathering my strength, reminding myself why it will be okay. With numb fingers and a shaking hand I press send my whole body trembling. 

Just before the call connects, the sound of heavy footsteps crunching across the snow causes my skin to prickle with dread.
What ifs, spin through my mind. What if help doesn't come in time, what if there's no answer. 
The footsteps get louder, closer. 
My muscles tense ready to flee.
The call connects. It starts to ring. Before it even finishes the first trill, I hear a reassuring voice on the other end, "Good Guides, how may we help you?" 
"My car has been broken into. The tires are slashed. I need help NOW! There's someone here!"
"We've alerted 911, the nearest patrol is on its way. We're sending a tow truck now."
In the distance, a beacon of hope emerges—a far off siren cutting through the night, the hint flashing red and blue lights in the distance, getting closer with each passing moment. 
From the shadows, a broad silhouette hastens towards me. 
I try to swallow but my throat squeezes shut. I can't breathe.
With precision and grace, they spring into action, their hands moving with the speed and certainty of those who had faced countless trials and been victorious. In the blink of an eye, the shattered glass is swept away, the slashed tires are replaced, and I'm enveloped in a cocoon of safety and security.
I will never again have to face the dark alone!
But it wasn't just their expertise that set The Good Guides apart—it was their unwavering compassion, their steadfast commitment to serving those in need, and their boundless capacity for kindness in the darkest of hours. As they worked tirelessly to mend my broken spirit, I felt warmth spreading through the pain and fear of the past healing old traumas—a sense of gratitude that transcended words and echoed in the depths of my being.

And as the night faded into dawn, leaving behind the remnants of a storm weathered and a journey completed, I know one thing for certain: I'm not just a survivor anymore. I'm a warrior, forged in the fires of adversity and ready to arm others with the certainty of help during life's most terrifying moments! 
For in every challenge is an opportunity, and every setback is a chance to rise above and shine brighter than before. And with my burdens lightened and spirit soaring, I know that no matter where the road may lead, I can always make it home with the Good Guides by my side! 



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