IN: So I did . Then , at the bottom of the Coquihalla Highway , there was an East Indian fellow who got out of his truck scratching his head at the great plumes of smoke billowing out from the wheels of his trailer . Looks like he got an expensive lesson on why you 're not supposed to ride the brakes going down a hill .. I do n't feel sorry for him , but I am very glad nobody was hurt ... The rest of the trip to Van went without incident .
What may the Indian fellow have done after seeing the smoke ?

OUT: He may have moved his truck to the side of the road .

IN: Now I ' m not renowned for my emotional side but this really gets to me , for some reason . Likewise , when driving up here yesterday , I saw a man whose car had broken down trying to push it over the kerb and onto the sidewalk out of the road . As he was having difficulty getting it over the kerb , another man rushed across the road , quick as a flash , and lent a hand . These people had never met before but had joined together in a common goal , without words being exchanged and without any bargaining taking place beforehand .
Why has this series of events led to an activation of the speaker 's hypoactive emotional side ?

OUT: The display of basic human kindness was something they had never seen before , but they liked it

IN: But when I tried to save the score the next time the machine suddenly hung . I blamed the problem on the game itself and decided to login from another computer to kill the game 's process . Only when I took off my headphones I noticed something was wrong : I could no longer hear the humming of the server 's fans . I remembered the beep and pressed the power button of the server which immediately sprung to life .
What did the narrator do after the server came back on ?

OUT:
They continued to play the game on the computer that they were on originally .