I never forgot the young man who rescued my wife and me on a lonely highway more than three decades ago. He drove us 42 miles, bought us hot food, and refused every dollar I offered. Then one morning, my wife screamed for me to turn on the television—and the face on the screen brought back everything.
More than thirty-five years ago, my wife, Margaret, and I were driving home shortly after 2:15 a.m. when our car suddenly sputtered, shook, and stopped in the middle of a …
I never forgot the young man who rescued my wife and me on a lonely highway more than three decades ago. He drove us 42 miles, bought us hot food, and refused every dollar I offered. Then one morning, my wife screamed for me to turn on the television—and the face on the screen brought back everything. Read More