THE BRIDGE WE WERE MEANT TO CROSS
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My brother and I were driving home together and became engrossed in a conversation. Because of this distraction, my brother took a wrong turn.
Unfortunately, the wrong turn took us towards a bridge and we had no way to turn back. Grudgingly, my brother paid the bridge toll and drove on. He was clearly frustrated by the mistake and the needless waste of $4.
We eventually reached an exit slip-way and, as we took it, my brother noticed a beat-up black Mustang pulled over to the side of the road. A young guy was standing nearby trying to phone someone.
I was busy trying to figure out which way we went next but my brother pulled over and asked the guy if he needed any help. And he did. He had a flat tire and needed a wrench to get it off.
My brother gave him a wrench, then proceed to help him change the flat. We started getting to know the young man who was from a rough neighborhood nearby.
He said that this has been a bad week for him; earlier he had gotten into a minor car accident, and now this flat on his way home from work. But he called us, "A breath of fresh air," and kept thanking us because he really would have been stuck if we hadn't come along.
After we had finished the job he thanked us again and pulled out $20 and tried to give it to us...read more
