No lights, half on the shoulder, rain beating down.
I pulled up behind, put my rear lights on.
The plate came back to a local, no markers. I walked up torch in hand.
Inside sat a woman, well dressed with her head in hands on the wheel.
I tapped on the glass.
I thought "Drunk driver".
Then I saw the face through the window, panda eyes and soaked with tears.
I opened the door and asked "Is everything ok?" The tearful reply came
"I've broken down."
There was no smell of alcohol and she was clearly distressed.
I said it's ok I will try and get you going again, what's the problem?
He left me for another woman.
1 A.m. in the morning, the middle of my beat in the middle of nowhere.
What do you do?
What would you have done?
I called my location in and said I was helping a driver.
We sat in my patrol car and I shared my flask of tea.
Luckily she took sugar.
She asked if I had better things to do?
I said no it's my lunch break.
I listened she cried.
I listened for over an hour.
He left her for a younger woman.
She found them together
In her bed
Foolish man in every way in my view
But my view, neither appropriate or necessary.
When she had got herself together I walked her back to her car.
Started it up, heater on and her eyes dried
She asked who I was and I gave my name and collar number.
She smiled and drove away.
About a month later I came on duty and a message was left in my tray.  
A lady called for you.
Left a message.
"Thanks for the tea"
No name left.
(To tell me she was ok)
The details unreadable in my pocket book as soaked in the rain.
Never saw her or heard from her again

We all breakdown from time to time. Sometimes all we need is a little help.