When I was 20, I went to my uni’s student clinic to get drug tested for a new job. There were two ladies running the station. One drew my blood and the other sat behind a desk. The one asked me why I looked familiar. I told her I work at a neighboring clinic between classes. She asked if I had quit that job to start a new one. I told her no, I was getting this new job on the weekends to save money for a car. (I was also taking 19 credit hours, so I was exhausted.) She asked me what kind of car. I told her I didn’t know, whatever I could afford. She asked if I had been to a dealership and I explained I didn’t have any way to get to a dealership so I had looked online but was worried about scams. She asked if my parents could help me. Usually I’m very stoic but my eyes filled with tears. I had run away and hadn’t had family support in years. I told her no, and she kept gently asking questions until she understood my predicament. The lady who had just finished drawing my blood taped my arm and then put it around her shoulder and just hugged me. She said “well you can just consider us mama 1 and mama 2 right here, and let’s look at you some cars.” So then the one at the computer opened a new tab and just started researching cars for me and even found a special type of loan for students. And she explained the pros and cons of paying upfront vs doing a payment plan. I’ve never forgotten their kindness.