There's an old fellow who lives across the street from me (yeah, even older than I am). I looked out the window one morning to see him up under his van replacing brakes. He was all humped up in the wheel well with one bumper jack holding the whole mess up. I ran to the garage, grabbed my floor jack and hustled across the street with it, placing it under a crossmember. He looked sort of surprised at what I had done until I explained that he was too young to die. He laughed at that and thanked me.