Our oldest was renting one side of a duplex in PA for several years. Her furnace was in her garage on the lowest level. If she opened her garage door on a windy day, the pilot light would go out. It happened so often that she got tired of calling the landlord and asked me to talk her through it over the phone so she could do it herself. So, I had her take a couple pictures and send it to me, then put me on speaker phone and I told her how to do it. She did well and never had to call the landlord again.
Similarly, her battery died in her Subaru. I talked her through the removal process with a few pictures and she got it out and took it to Autozone for testing. It was bad. She bought a new one and put it back in herself.
I showed her how to change a tire. She changed them about 4-5 times over the years. Either PA has really bad roads, or she's smacking curbs!
Her last flat, she was dropping some paperwork off at a government office and when she came out, she had a flat. She jacked up the car, removed the tire, didn't notice she was on a hill, and the car rolled a bit and fell off the jack. She was not injured, but was not sure what to do at that point. She noticed the police station next to the government office, walked over and asked if they could recommend a tow truck. They walked her over to the fire department next door, and boy, 4 firemen hopped in their truck, drove over to her car and used her situation for a "training exercise" to deploy their air lift bags and change her tire for her. (helps she's cute)
I asked if she was OK with that blatant display of testosterone and she said "Heck yeah!"