One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man 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 the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color 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... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."Sincerely,Mrs. Nat King Cole.

Wow! Last winter I had a break down. The weather was -35 with the wind chill. I was quite up set. My only choice was to start walking. Lucky I had a warm winter jacket on. So I set the flashers on my car and then started to walk through the snow. It was bitterly cold. I wasn't very far in my trek and a car passed by and then slowed to a stop. Then I could see the car backing up. I was aprehensive. What if this person just wanted to steal my purse and kick me to the curb. The person behind the wheel was a young man maybe my son's age. He asked if he could help. I asked him if he had a cell phone. He did not. He said he could give me a lift to the nearest service station. That was great. He had been just shopping for some fish for his fish tank and asked me to hold his bag of fish. I was so overwhelmed and grateful. I could not beleive that any one would want to stop out of the goodnes of there hearts to help a stranded driver. I've heard many stories that have not gone so well. But this young man drove me to the station so I could get help for my car. I thanked him for being a good sumaritan. I did not get his address or number. I'm sorry that I didn't. But I prayed that God would bless him for his kindness. I hope that this fine young man received a blessing for what he did for me that day. It's sad that we can't trust just any body. But on this occassion it worked out just as it did for Mrs. Nat King Cole.