When a $3 Jar of Salt Saved Me from a $300 Tow Truck

I was one bad decision away from humiliation. Snow roared sideways across the highway, the world shrinking to a tunnel of white and panic.

The wheels spun, the engine whined, and every second felt like sinking deeper into a cold, expensive mistake. I almost dialed the tow truck. I almost admitted defeat. Then my fingers brushed a forgotten jar under the seat, and everythin… Continues…

Now that jar is more than winter gear; it’s a reminder. A reminder that we’re rarely as stuck as we feel, that answers often live inches from our fingers, waiting for us to notice. I still fear the skid, the storm, the unknown road ahead.

But tucked by my feet is proof that sometimes, the smallest tool can change the whole story.