There I was, a college graduate, literally helpless in this situation. I felt unskilled since I had had to depend upon the mechanical expertise of these poor Mexican guys in this dusty town. I remembered some of the books that I had read and some of the discussions I had taken part in and some of the papers that I had written. I also thought about my skill base and my former jobs of cashiering and making pizzas. I looked at these two guys who had a mechanic shop constructed out of four concrete slabs and who lived in a town with dirt roads and no gas station and I became humbled.
