When I was a homeless teenager, I was out driving around a suburb of the rural deep south town I lived in.
It was around midnight and all of a sudden, a young, beautiful Asian girl wearing white poofy boots and a white fur coat jumped out in the street and flagged me down.
Mostly in amazement, I stopped and asked her what was going on, but she had very poor English.
She asked me for a ride, but she couldn't properly say the name of where she wanted to go.
I said sure, why not? It's not like I have anything else to do, so I brought her with me, and I kept asking her trying to get an understanding of where she wanted to go, and eventually I realized she needed to go to the downtown area to one of the larger hotels there.
So finally having figured out her destination, I took her there, even though I was almost out of gas and it's not like I had a lot of money to replace it.
I don't think I'll ever forget the way her face lit up when we arrived at the hotel, and she finally knew where she was.
I pulled into the valet area, and she got out, and I was about to drive off when she stuck her head back in and gave me a surprise kiss on the cheek, which at the time meant that she was only the second person to have ever kissed me.
I still smile about that, because I didn't expect it.
I was just glad to be of help.
That's one of my fondest memories of having an opportunity to do something for somebody else. Every once in a while, I think about her, and I hope she's doing okay.
