Many years ago I was riding in my fathers' truck with a load of wood on the back. He stopped to help a young person and his girlfriend with a flat tire along the busy highway. Never though much about it until I found myself stranded in a snow burm on top of a mountain pass in northern California. It was an awful night and my vw bug quit running. Several trucks and dozens of cars passed us by without even slowing down. I finally caught a ride with a fellow who said he was from Washington State and couldn't go by me in the situation I was in. He gave me a lift to a service station about ten miles off the highway. Along the way he told of being helped by a truck driver one day many years ago with a full load of logs. Changed his tire for him and got him on his way while his little boy waited in the truck. In spite of being a 6'3" stud, I couldn't help but break down and cry while I told him I was that little toe headed kid in the truck. He waited for me to purchase a wrench to fix my vw and took me all the way back to my car, stayed there until it was running and then drove off into the night feeling like he was on cloud nine.
carmel