Help unexpected

The sound of the rails
Narrates old tales,
Exciting, igniting, adventurous,
All the things joyous, so wondrous.
But those are not the reasons,
I choose to travel by train.

One evening, on our way back from a distant village, a kind neighbor offered us a ride. We were grateful and felt a warm sense of happiness. Our journey was to cover 18 kilometers over a rough, winding road, but she assured us it would be fine. She chatted with us cheerfully, her voice light and full of joy, glancing back at us from time to time as we sat tightly packed in the back seat.
However, as we climbed higher into the steep mountain paths, her laughter gradually faded. Her tone shifted, and she began to voice frustration about the politicians who hadn’t fixed the roads. She sighed heavily, lamenting how she now had to endure this poor road herself. The car bounced and jolted, rocks scraping beneath us, and with each bump, her frustration grew.
In a burst of anger, she suddenly stopped the car, threw open the door, and told us to get out. Without a word, she sped off, leaving us stranded in the middle of nowhere. We stood there, bewildered, waiting on that desolate road, not knowing what would come next.
But then, as if by some miracle, we heard a distant sound—a train approaching. We looked ahead and saw the tracks, and with relief, the train came into view, saving us from the night’s unexpected turn. It was a quiet reminder that even in the darkest moments, help can come from the most unexpected places.