This is southern America. The region that the liberal progressive elites in New York call biased, bigots, rednecks, gun slinging yahoos, in-breeders, and prejudice against anyone that is not white.
The Cuban's story:source: http://bigpeace.com/hfontova/2011/07/03/a-grateful-cuban-refugee-says-thanks-to-america/#more-134928
My Story: In 1968 I was a longhaired druggy hippie from NY driving down to spring break in Florida. I was driving a piece of crap car that brokedown half way through Georgia. The gear shift pulled right out of the car because the plastic pieces we almost melted from all the driving. The sun was starting to go down and like most "northerners" I had been brainwashed that the south was a horrible place and we hippies (2 guys, 2 girls) are in a dangerous place. We must pay attention there could be trouble.
A young man walked up to the car and said "Are you having problems?". I say "Yes" and described the stick shift melted problem. He said "wait a minute I'll get my dad". I was scared. We were stranded in a strange land and didn't what to do or how to act. Suddenly, his dad was there. A giant of a man must have been 6'4" if he was a foot. He squeezed himself into my small car and looked over the problem. Within seconds he said "I can fix this but is means putting the stick shift in backwards , and your gear shifting and placement will take some getting used to it. I said "if you could fix it it would save my life and my vacation." He started to work on the car. He told his son to take us inside the house because it might be a while before he's finished.
We went into his house and found the true horrors everyone has been talking about. We were greeted by the mom who let us wash up a little and then we sat at the dining table waiting for the car to be fixed. The house was a very warm and homey place with a southern touch. Without saying a word, the mom started filling the table with fried chicken, homemade biscuits, cornbread, collard greens, coffee, milk, and soda pop. She had a strawberry shortcake for dessert. We ate talked with her and her son. Found that the dad works construction but loves fixing cars so don't worry he's good and it will be fixed. About an hour later the dad come into the house and said "it's fixed, did you guys get enough to eat?". We got plenty to eat. He said the car is fixed with the stick shift in backwards. He said just shift slow till your used to it. I offered to pay and he said he won't accept payment he's just doing it to help use out. Those horrible southerners that I have been warned about did not exist. At least not here in Georgia.
