Kind Gestures Form A Chain

, , , , | Hopeless | October 30, 2017

After a long search, I finally get a short job in the next town over. It’s production work, so I have to get up early, and it takes me half an hour to get there. I’m on my way there on my bike at around 5:00 am, and there’s not a soul on the road, as you can imagine. Then, at the worst location possible — some godforsaken back street with nothing but one lonely house — my bike chain falls off. I’m a girl with two left hands and I have no know-how on bike repairs whatsoever.

I try to call my work to tell them I’m going to be late, but no one answers the phone, because it’s 5:00 am. Afraid of losing my job and being stranded in the middle of nowhere, I kind of start to panic.

In the distance, I see two men on bikes approaching, both wearing uniforms from some nearby factory. I stop them and ask for their help. They first look a bit bewildered, probably wondering what a young girl like me is doing there so early, and why I’m so upset. Truth is, this job has been a much-needed lucky break within a long period of bad luck, so yes, I’m nervous, panicking, upset, and crying. I start crying even more out of gratitude when the guys agree to help and patiently take a look at my bike. The chain is fixed in no time and I’m beyond relieved, though I have less than 15 minutes now to get to work.

In tears, I tell the men, “Thank you so much! I usually don’t do things like this, but you totally made my day. Can… can I give you a hug?”

One of them replies, “Uhm… sure…?”

I do so, and we go our own ways. I race like I’ve never raced before, and I end up being only two minutes late to work. Unfortunately, it turns out to one be a one-day job, but those two angels on the road that helped me out of a tight spot at the ridiculous crack of dawn, I will never forget!

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