Flat tire anyone?

It was Sunday morning at the District Conference. President Anderson had to leave to go back to the mission home (on another island) for an emergency. So we all had to divvy up the talks to take the place of Pres. and Sister Anderson. The Hunts did the speaking at the youth meeting. So, Elder Ganir took the car that had developed a flat tire over night, to be fixed. He takes a member with him to show him the way. He gets to a vulcanizing shop (they fix tires?) Elder Ganir asked if he fixed tires and he said yes, but I don't have a jack. We had just checked out of the hotel and the trunk was overloaded with luggage and other stuff. Elder Ganir had to unload the trunk to get his jack. Then he had to jack up the car, take off the lug nuts and take off the tire, then...the fellow would fix it. He found a small nail in the tire. He put some rubber in the hole and pushed it in with a larger nail????? Anyway, the tire got fixed. The fellow even put the tire back on the car for Elder Ganir and, it only cost 80 cents and a lot of effort by Elder Ganir. Elder Ganir then put the jack away and loaded up the car. Sweating, with a few small grease spots on his shirt, Elder Ganir made it back to the church to speak in Conference. We could not take a chance and have a flat tire on the way home late at night. All in a day's work, for couple missionaries.