Driving Home The Kindness: The College Years

, , | Learning | May 5, 2017

(My freshman year I had broken my ankle during the fall break so I have to hobble across campus to get to my classes. The worst is my evening psychology class, since I have to go back to the dorms in the dark. In this class are two older women who I often work on projects with.)

Classmate #1: “Hey, [My Name], you’re not walking back to the dorms in the dark are you?”

Me: “I have no choice but to.”

Classmate #2: “Like h*** you do; I can drop you off at your dorm.”

(Sure enough, after class, she drives me across campus to the all-women dorms where I stay.)

Classmate #2: “Listen, [My Name], until your ankle heals up I can drive you back here after class, all right? And I won’t accept any money for it!”

Me: “Are you sure?”

Classmate #2: “It’s no problem; besides, I’d rather you not get hurt.”

(Classmate #2, wherever you are, I just want to thank you for helping a shy girl out!)


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