When I was in the Army 64-67 I ran out of gas on an expressway. I borrowed a friend’s car and the gas gauge did not work. I thought I had enough gas to get back to Base but I was wrong. I tried to get help with the hood up and a flashlight pointing to the engine. People passed by even State Troopers. I finally gave up and tried to stay warm in the car. I was laying in the back seat with a big Army over coat covering me. I heard someone pounding and calling to get my attention. I was scared really bad I was 17 years old and couldn’t imagine someone at the late hour trying to help me. He didn’t give up so I rose up; he asked if I needed help? I told him I ran out of gas. This man was driving a late 40’s Desoto Coupe, and towing a 54 Ford station wagon. He said he would push me to the next exit. It was dangerous to say the least but he did. I saw a sign that said 6 miles to the next exit. There was a gas station by itself all lit up no one or anything else in sight but the guy working. The Good Samaritan pushed me right up to the pump. I had $2.00 I asked the guy to give me his name and address and I would send him some money for helping me. His words from 45 years ago I will never forget “ If you see someone who needs help and can help them, that will be payment enough.” I have tried to live by that to this day. When I tell this story people ask if I believe in Guarding Angels? I say yes.

PS I may have told this before but thought it would be ok even if I had.

Richard