The errand that had brought him to the plaza would come second to helping a stranger; his 10-year-old daughter looked on with pride from inside the truck.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been on either side of a jump, but it was by far the quickest. I’d say the whole process, start to finish, took three minutes.
I couldn’t thank the man in the white pickup enough for allowing me to move on with my day so I could join the DCC choir in singing with some of the area’s most impressive vocalists at Bethany Baptist under the direction of the legendary Joan Hillsman.
I am thankful for friends, like my roommate, who are always willing to help. Strangers, as I learned that day, can be just as giving. And for that — I give thanks.