A Driver’s Heart Attack In Traffic
My friend was helping me transport some purchases from Home Depot. We loaded them onto his truck and then my wife and I followed in our car behind him. Then, at the light, I noticed the truck had stopped. My friend was having a heart attack! Before we could call 911, a young woman stepped up and started CPR. She said she was a physical therapist and knew first aid. She deserves a lot of APPLAUSE.
I was driving down Kuhio Avenue toward Kapahulu. There was a young lady on a moped behind my Corolla. I heard some beeping and saw her waving. When we made the turn on Kapahulu, she pulled alongside and handed me a pair of keys. I could not believe my husband had left his keys on the trunk while unloading some things from the car’s back seat. When we got to the stoplight, I ran out to give her some money, but she would not take it. I hope this wonderful woman sees this so she knows how much we truly appreciate her kindness. I hope you always will be safe and may many good things come your way.
To a man named Les, a big mahalo. He was kind to explain how to get to Servco. Better yet, he suggested that I follow him since he was headed that way. He even drove into the parking lot and motioned to the car sales department. And, of course, this Good Samaritan refused my offer to treat him to lunch. His kind deed and genuine smile made my day. Instead of being stressed, I was cool and calm and ended up buying a brand new Camry!
I lost my purse while at Pearlridge with my 3-year-old son. Everything was in it: my credit card, green card, military ID, some papers that had my Social Security number. I was so overwhelmed that I actually broke down in front of my kid. Being a military wife with a deployed husband and no friends or family around, I didn’t know who to ask for help. I saw an Army man in uniform and I went to him and asked him for $2.50 for bus fare so that I could go home. The kind man gave me $5. I was so embarrassed to ask for money from a total stranger that I didn’t even ask his name. I eventually found my purse in one of the stores, but I don’t know how to find that man and thank him. I am hoping the soldier reads this article. Thank you so much for your help. You are truly a hero.
Dear Mike, Uden, Joan and M.,
Your anonymous angels have one thing in common: the ability to sense your distress and look at the situation through your eyes. Once we’ve been on the receiving end of a kind gesture, passing it on becomes an automatic response.