"Becca, you know your tire is flat, right?" Right... No, I did not know that. In order to know my tire was flat I would need to be an observant human being about such things. But there it was. Quite flat. Stink. The next day was Sunday so my friend offered to pick me up for church. Our church starts at 10:00am. She showed up at 10:04. Stinky stink. I am never late. (When I say I am never late you may be rolling your eyes but the real truth is that in order for me to be late something must go drastically wrong.) So we walk into church and you can tell the faith family is relived that we're alive. After the service people want to know what happened and by the end of this Sabbath everyone knows I have a flat tire. (When I say everyone it's not an exaggeration, I'm a member of a pretty small church.) Four men offered to change my tire. That means four wives were willing to come over, some with tired children, to wait while their man changed my tire. And