Car tire...

So I was driving this morning, with my window down, jamming out to Rhianna... Then I noticed a weird scraping noise from the front left wheel of my car. I thought it was just a plastic bag caught on my tire so i rolled my window up and drove on. Then I noticed the sound was still there... So I turned into an abandoned gas station and parked there. Came out of my car to discover that my front left tire was FLAT!!!
I went to the trunk of my car to look for a spare tire but I couldn't find any.. So I called my good friend Jonathan Jordan to come help me. It was good timing cos' he was about to leave his house on his bicycle.. He drove over and took me to church. Along the way we were coming up with ideas of dealing with the problem of not having a spare tire. Got to church, told a couple people about my problem. Everyone at church were really helpful. All of them said that I should take my tire out and take it to discount tires to fix it for and take it back. My other friend, Ben Nye offered to do everything he can to help me deal with this problem, and I gladly took his offer.
During church, I saw Julian Arriaga who helped me choose my car when my dad and I were car shopping. He says that he is pretty sure that I have a spare tire. My heart leapt for joy. There is a slight chance I don't have to pay for a new tire! After church, Ben and I drove towards my car, and lo and behold, there was a tire, hanging on the back door of my car. I was relieved and somewhat ashamed, how could I have not noticed that my tire wasn't there?!? Well I do suffer from small eye syndrome... But Jonathan did not! Maybe my small eye syndrome was infectious!
You would think this would be an easy switch of a tire... But it is not... First, I could not get the jack out of my car, so we used Ben's jack. Then, we went to get more air in my new tire, which proved to be as troublesome as he rest of my story is going to be. Quickstop's machine was not working, and Chevron's did not have a gauge. So we had to pump gas in by instinct.
We drove back to my sorry car and initiated the tire switching process... I had to get something out of my trunk so I opened the door... Then I heard a few yells from Ben and the next thing I knew the car sunked backwards and the gauge slipped off the car. We tried jacking it up again and decided that it wasn't working. So we tried to get my jack out of my car again... And it WORKED!!!
We jacked it up for the 3rd time... And it fell again... Jacked it up the 4th time and found out the jack was starting to bend. Ben told me we had 2 options: continue taking the tire out and facing the risk of my car falling without the tire to support it; or get another jack. I decided to call Cass to borrow a jack from him.
Cass sacrificed watching his Sunday afternoon football to come help me. His jack wasn't high enough for my car. So we decided to take my bent jack out and hope it did not have any lasting damage on it and try to elevate it again. This time... It WORKED!!!
Taking a closer look at my new tire, we decided that it needed to be filled up some more.
So that was more or less the story of my first encounter with a flat tire... It was an interesting experience and I could not have survived without the help of my friends... I thank God for placing them in my life and teaching me how to change a flat tire the hard way... Haha... God is good!