A jump-start to personal power

Personal power is a competency of emotional intelligence, and for some, can be a difficult one to embrace, especially if you've had a history of not speaking up.  But it's never too late to stand up for our values, no matter how inexperienced we are at it.

I sheepishly admit I have never hooked up the cables to jump start a car battery. Whenever mine has died, someone else has done it for me. But there was a young college-aged girl standing by her old, beat up Chrysler at the rest area this morning looking worried so I offered to help.

As we lifted the hood to look for her battery, which surprisingly was not in plain sight, a skinny, greasy-haired man came over and laughed, making a snide comment about girls trying to do things they can't. I noticed he hooked the first clip to the wrong car...if it matters... I thought it did. I questioned it and he retorted , "You really think you know more than me?" I hushed not because I felt dumb but because I really didn't want to touch any of the car parts and was glad he was getting his already-dirty fingernails dirtier. But then he looked me up and down and said, "By the looks of you you've probably never used a tool in your life." I bit my tongue, not really seeing how any tools would be involved in this, but when he next made a rude comment about my dress, my pre-coffee-slept-5-hours-in-the-car brain took the wheel and I said, "You're being rude and derogatory, and you need to stop". His eyes flashed and he said, "Fine, good luck jumping it yourself", threw the cables on the ground, and stomped off.

I apologized to the girl for chasing off our only help but said being spoken to that way is not cool. She nodded and said he was making her feel uncomfortable. So we googled the make of her car since she didn't have a manual and together found the elusive battery ports, hooked it up (switching around the cable he'd put on), and following the online directions, had her car running again in a few minutes. We high-fived and I smiled and jokingly said, "We're rock stars!," and she agreed.
One small step for man, one giant leap for womankind.

Then we each got in our cars, bonded by our shared success, with a new notch of confidence under our underused tool belts, and headed down the freeway in opposite directions, two solo female travelers making our way home.