A couple of weeks ago my husband was riding his bike on a popular trail in Seattle. I called him on his cell and he didn't realize his truck keys fell out when he answered the phone. He was about 20 miles from his truck at the time. A jogger found the keys and passed them to another biker who was going in the same direction as my husband. Well, Steve was running late and riding FAST back to his truck. The poor lady who was chasing him finally got his attention by screaming "Yellow shirt, yellow shirt!!" and he stopped and got his keys. I thought that was such a nice thing to do! She got a good workout that day and I didn't have to load up the kids and drive for thirty minutes in rush hour traffic to get him into his truck. I wish he could have gotten her address or phone number so I could send her something.
I got a phone call from a friend several weeks ago. She was really sick with the flu and wanted me to take her son to preschool that afternoon. I could just hear in her voice that she was really ill and needed more help than that. I drove over and picked up her son and ten month old baby and kept them until her husband could pick them up after work. I know she would do the same for me if I needed it. .
Rachel