This is a true story.
The rain sliced across the highway. Dark and cold.
She stood beside her broken-down sedan on the road side, shielding her face from the rain pellets hoping someone would stop. She had little hope anyone would. She was a Black woman, on a lonely stretch of two-lane highway in the Alabama countryside.
The dim lights of a car pierced the darkness. The car slowed to a stop. A white man cranked down the passenger window. “Ma’am, you need to get out of this rain. Would you like me to take you somewhere?”
“Yes, please. That would be kind.”
“Hop in,” he said.
The driver thought she seemed in a hurry.
She said she wanted to repay him, but he refused. She scribbled his mailing address on a scrap of paper and stuck it in her coat pocket.
He drove her to safety and put her into a cab in the town.
A week later a furniture truck pulled up to his house. Two men unloaded a 50″ color flat screen TV and set it up in his living room. There was a note attached to the box.
“Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to get to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God Bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.”
Mrs. Nat King Cole.
Have you met anyone needing help lately?