There are Good Samaritans everywhere.
Just this week, a Good Samaritan helped a South Florida teen who was shot and paralyzed. Another pulled a 58-year-old woman from a fire. And another donated $2,000 to a local man robbed at gunpoint in Jacksonville.
And it happened to me yesterday, too.
I went hiking with my dogs and two friends to the Makapuu Lighthouse yesterday morning. It was a nice stroll up to the lookout and I don’t remember dropping my car keys somewhere along the trail. But apparently I did. And I didn’t realize it until we were back in the parking lot and I couldn’t find them.
Good thing: my car was still there. Bad news: I had no idea where I had dropped my keys, and I would likely have to hike back up the trail — dogs in tow — and look for them. Dread was coursing through my body.
“Hey, why don’t we check around your car,” my girlfriend suggested.
I knew I hadn’t dropped my keys there — I turned on the car alarm from the trailhead — but I thought why not give it a try.
As soon as we got to the car, my friend noticed a note on the windshield. It read, simply:
Aloha, car keys are under surf rack drive door.
It appropriately was punctuated with a smily face.
Apparently, the Good Samaritan found the keys and went around the parking lot, pressing the fob until she found the right car.
I can’t tell you how relieved and happy I was to find the note, then the car keys. I mean, it was like I gained an extra vacation day or found out the lump in my breast was benign. (OK, I may be exaggerating a little, but you know what I mean.)
It’s nice to know there are still nice people in this world, people who aren’t looking for a reward or thank-you or public acknowledgement of their thoughtful actions. They’re just doing the right thing because, well, it’s the right thing to do.
So to that person who returned my keys, I can’t thank you enough. So we’ll let the Universe return the favor. Because you know it will!
Anyone else got a story about a Good Samaritan?
