One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but
even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled
up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still
sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his
face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or
so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and
hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the
cold. He knew how she felt. It was those chills which only fear can put
in you. He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the
car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well,
all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack,
skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the
tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was
tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk
to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just
passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
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