Highway Patrolman to the Rescue!

I went to dinner with some old roommates last night. Helena, who is visiting from New York, Anne, Kara and I all met in Murray. We had a great time chatting and catching up--and finding out about colonics. ;) After a good 3 1/2 hours, I headed home in Chris' car. Well, before I went to Murray, I had to stop and get gas. After filling up, I happened to look at the front tire and noticed it was a little low. I had a distinct voice tell me, "Fill it up. It could blow out on you." Well, I thought, "Oh, it will be alright," and got on the freeway. I made it down to Murray just fine and headed home at 10:40 p.m. Well...I didn't make it home just fine. My tire did blow out on me in the middle of the freeway right before the I 80 East interchange. I got the car over to the shoulder and didn't know what to do. I got out and thought about changing it there in the dark with cars whipping by me going 80 mph. I didn't do that. I called Chris and he said he would come. I didn't want him out on the shoulder changing a flat either, so we both thought I should call the highway patrol. Good thing for cell phones. I called 911 and dispatch sent out an officer. He had the tire changed in no time and he said I did the right thing. The officer said I should get more air in the spare donut, so I took the first exit off I 80. Well at 11:30 at night, gas stations do not have the highest calliber customers available--especially where I was in Salt Lake. I was there with a lot of gang looking people in black SUVs--okay, I might be profiling, but it sure looked that way. A man offered to help me fill up my tire and another young man helped me back out without hitting his SUV. I made it home just fine with Chris waiting on the front porch for me. I said a prayer apologizing to Heavenly Father for not listening to the Holy Ghost and thanked him for protecting me.