(by Desert Star)



One night, at 11:30 PM, an older African American woman was standing on the side of a Californian highway in Los Angeles, nearby where I’m where living and trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. I saw a young white man (my neighbor and just a good friend of mine too) stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled years in the USA. My friend took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.

Seven days went by and a knock came on my neighbours door. To my friends surprise, a giant console colour TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along.

Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away on Christmas Eve... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

Sincerely,

Mrs. Nat King Cole