Just the other day, on the last day of school of my sophomore year, my frien Jim Ewell and I were going to school in his new but old Volkswagon. I was groggily eating my breakfast-honey on toast-and tying my shoes all at the same time as we climbed a small hill to go pick up another friend on our morning carpool. However, as Jim stopped to turn left, the car stalled and we were left in the middle of a 40-mile an hour speed zone. Well, naturally we had to do something, and Jim suggested that we try to push it into a driveway about 10 feet up on the right. I got out to push, but the car was too much for me. Instead of putting on the brake, Jim too got out and we stupidly tried to move the thousand-pound vehicle up an incline. I think one lesson we learned is that the seemingly small acceleration of gravity at 9.6 feet per second is quite pervasive when you're talking about an import car. As if it was in reverse, the white Jetta proceeded to roll down the hill, moving into the other lane, as Jim and I ran beside it, waving off traffic. Lucky that I hadn't tied my shoes, for it was about to roll over one as I swiftly took my foot out of harm's way. By now the car had left us, going a residential 25 MPH, and it hit the sidewalk, turning the trajectory towards two poles-one a utility and one a streetsign. Due to our haste, the doors were left open and- you guessed it- they were torn off as the car made like a NASA space shuttle as it is jettisoning the solid rocket boosters. Luckily the car came to a stop, and we looked, dumbfounded, at the scene before us. Out of the blue, there was a policeman, who brought us out of our daze by taking a look around and laughing. "So...what happened, exactly, boys??" he asked. Jim recounted the tale to him as the entire neighborhood came out to take part in the action. In minutes I was talking to kindly old people, them joking about us youngsters today, I eating what was left of the bread I had salvaged from the now easily-accessible Jetta. One house had called the fire department and soon a fire truck and ambulance were on the scene. When they realized what had happened, the milled around for a minute, yawning, drinking coffee, and being most likely upset that such a trivial call had started their day. But what was most interesting was the way the neighborhood was united that morning. One accident had forged an odd early-morning bond in our community, and the sense of people willing to help each other was overwhelming. Even when you are the most embarrassed or the most in need of help, people are willing to give it to you unselfishly. That morning certainly left me with something to think about and has inspired this everyday peace corner. Hopefull you too have a story to tell on this page about a similar experience. If so, you can contribute it to us through this form.