Devin Shawn Rose changed my tire today. He left work and drove to the HEB where the poor Volvo was parked, with its poor sad tire. He sweated in the midday sun, on the blistering blacktop of the parking lot. He patiently manipulated the foreign car parts on my wheel, expertly removing the low tire (with a nail in it) and putting the doughnut tire on it its place.
 
It feels so good to have Devin take care of me! I love you, sweetie. Thanks, Father, for a man like Devin. YKC!