Driving Home The Kindness, Part 8

(My cousin is in the hospital. Our car is in the shop, so in order to visit her, we have to take a bus and walk a great distance to get home. My son and I are standing at the bus stop in the dead of winter, when a cab pulls up. The driver is a complete stranger to me.)

Cab Driver: “Hey, I know you. You’re that crossing guard! I go by your corner all the time. Where are you going?”

Me: “We’re going home. I live near where you see me every day.”

Cab Driver: “Get in. I’m going that way to pick someone up. I’ll take you for free! I mean it. No charge.”

Me: “You sure? Okay.”

(He took us home and wouldn’t even take a tip!)