Revision of Life Scene Inspired by "Night Song"

I remember this one day where my dad and I were driving home in his big rusty, grey van and on occasion, the van would need talking to when it started to act up. In this moment, I heard “Just get me there, baby. Just get me there.” After about ten minutes of my dad’s discussion with the van, I finally realized the van was low on gas. Suddenly, the van broke down and I found myself standing on the side of the highway feeling the cars rush by. My father has always seemed to have bad, Irish luck when it comes to vehicles, but as a carpenter, he has basically been self-named as the “Mr. Fix-It Guy.” So, in this moment, I knew he would think of a way to get the van running again; he has always had a way of making me feel secure no matter what the situation is. But as an awkward kid, I felt unsure as what to do or how to help. Particularly, when my dad hopped over a fence and told me to come on, I panicked. I didn’t know how to hoist my body over the grayish wires with diamond-sized holes that were meant for the smallest feet in the world. I had climbed trees multiple times before this, but for some reason this fence seemed to my worst enemy. For a moment, I thought "I’ll just stay behind", but my dad refused to leave me behind on the side of the highway. After an intense struggle, we walked down the road where a gas station was about five to ten minutes away from where we broke down. While my dad filled the red gas container, I remember feeling strange for standing at a gas station without a car. My dad ended up talking to another man about carpentry and I again stood there awkwardly without a purpose, while I waited to get back to the broken-down van and head home. At this moment, my dad and I both watched this elderly lady pull up in a typical Oldsmobile with only three rubber tires. This lady had driven all the way from her home, which had to have been at least 3 miles from the sight of the long, white, jagged line following her from the street, to the gas station to see if someone could help her. I remember the shock on my father’s face when he saw this woman and her car. As a hospitable and knowledgeable man, my dad took one look at the car and knew exactly what to do as always. This is the first memory I have where my father was in a difficult situation and knew exactly how to solve the problem. Seeing his selflessness and generosity with the old woman made me proud to have the father I do. So, for a long time afterward, I would always look at that gas station from the highway between the storage spaces and give a little chuckle.