A Good Deed Unpunished My girlfriend and I were driving to her niece's confirmation one Sunday morning. It was a long drive, nearly two hours, and we were already running late. There was a vehicle pulled well off the road with its hood up, and as we passed I noticed that it was an elderly woman, obviously alone. Against my girlfriend's firm disagreement, I turned the car around.

The woman's radiator was leaking badly and it wouldn't even hold bottled water enough to drive on. We offered her a ride to the town she was going to, which was only about ten minutes out of our way.

She turned out to be an extremely nice woman who told us stories about her childhood, about Canadian injustices, and about lost love. I remember the first thing that my girlfriend said to me when the woman got out of the car. She said that she was glad we stopped. So was I.

We made it to the church about 20 minutes in, and whereas I'm not ordinarily a big fan of church, I felt like much less of a hypocrite going in as a Good Samaritan.  ¶ 7:33 AM