"I was lost. I was hopelessly turned around in the wilderness near Yost. No food, no water, no cell service, with out any idea where my vehicle was located. It had been 3 days. On the 3rd day, I stumbled into a clearing with a stream running down the center. I got to my knees and drank. My thirst, quenched for the moment, but I was not fully sated. I had to keep moving. Stumbling through the brush, eating various leaves and branches to try and find some nutrition, some source of food. I kept this way for 4 more days. On the 7th day, a miracle happened. I spotted in the distance, a cow! A lone cow staring at me. I had to rub my eyes a few times as I could have sworn I was looking directly at a hamburger. He ran towards me, charging me! I fell to the ground, laying there as I expected this cow to trample me and end my life. To my surprise, he stopped short, right above me and started impatiently stamping his foot into the ground. I slowly stood up and held a hand out towards the beast. Before I knew what was happening, he shoved his head between my legs and threw it backwards, launching me up onto his back in the process. He began to sprint, intent gleaming in his beautiful black eyes. (I was facing backwards, but I imagine they were. He ran for 2 days straight with me on his back. No food, no water, only being fueled seemingly by pure determination. On the evening of the 2nd day, he stopped directly in front of my vehicle. How this crazy cow knew where my vehicle was, I will never know, but I will forever be grateful. As I began the drive out, my stomach gnawing at me and my throat begging for a drink, with my eyes keeping directed straight towards the horizon, I saw something. Slowly growing in size, but a building nonetheless. It was a combo Sinclair/A&W. I could practically hear angelic choirs singing “hallelujah” as I took the exit. I walked in and was greeted by a fine young man, who, after seeing my sorry, pitiful state, kindly asked what I would like to order. “Please sir… a double mushroom burger, with one soul restoring root beer please.” He asked what side I would like, but what I heard was “I have onion rings that will have you begging for more”. After he took my order, he pulled out a skateboard and did a sick 180 hardflip into a 50-50 nose grind on the counter as he went over to the gas station to help more poor lost souls, as I once was. After a very short wait, my name was called out. It echoed through the store. It was the single greatest sound I have ever heard. I wept as I ate and drank. I had been saved. 5/5 would recommend."