One day as I was walking around a small town in Honduras, I saw a group of guys working on a truck. A few Hondurans had a long wooden post, and they were using it as a lever to lift the front of the truck into the air. One of the front tires was removed, and there was a guy underneath the truck working on it, while it was being suspended in the air by the weight of his comrades on the other end of the piece of wood. Being a young and dumb teenager, I thought, “Oh my, that’s dangerous! That guy under there could die!”