Leaving a store, I returned to my car only to find that Iâd locked my keys and cell phone inside. A teenager riding his bike saw me kick a tire and say a few choice words. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked. I explained my situation. âBut even if I could call my wife,â I said, âshe canât bring me her car key, since this is our only car.â
He handed me his cell phone. âCall your wife and tell her Iâm coming to get her key.â âThatâs seven miles round trip.â âDonât worry about it.â
An hour later, he returned with the key. I offered him some money, but he refused. âLetâs just say I needed the exercise,â he said. Then, like a cowboy in the movies, he rode off into the sunset.
-Clarence W. Stephens: Nicholasville, Kentucky
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