To the wonderful bridge commissionaire on the day of the snowstorm, I thank you. My gas light came on after an hour of crawling to the toll station and there was still an hour of crawling afterwards. I waved you over and told you how worried I was about running out of gas on the bridge. You told me not to worry and quickly retrieved a gas canister and filled my tank with enough gas to get through the stressful crossing home. Wow. Thank you for that warm and caring gesture after what was, no doubt, a stressful day for you and all those around you. Thank you. —Almost Running on Empty
This article appears in Nov 24-30, 2011.
That is awesome!