So this morning I was running late. I get to the train station about 5-10 minutes before my train was due to arrive and there were no parking spots available. So I head out to park on the main street about a block or so away from the station and start running down the street. As I’m running, a beige F150 pulls over and a woman yells out at me, “are you late for your train?!” Now I’m thinking myself, “Great…I’m going to get harassed on my way to work,” but then woman says, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” Marie, who works in Mission Viejo, was telling me about how she wishes she could ride the train into work everyday, but she is unable to because there is no way for her to get from the train station to her office. We had maybe a 2 minute ride together and she was once of the nicest strangers I have ever met. She didn’t asked for anything in return nor accept my monetary compensation. She just wanted to give me a ride so I wouldn’t be late for work. I hope she wasn’t late for work in exchange for helping me make my train on time.
Well, I don’t remember if I ever got to say it Marie, but thank you for the ride. I did make it on time and hopefully I see you again one day to let you know how much I appreciated the lift.
Once against my faith in humanitarianism is restored. Thank you Marie.