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Cowboy Caleb Plays The Good Samaritan

Today I had a really lousy day at work. Apart from fighting fires, I could not get a place on any planes to China on Sunday or Monday morning, so I have to fly to China tomorrow morning.

The result was that I went home in a really bad mood. So while I was driving, my 5 year old nephew started jumping about in the car and I yelled at him. The poor kid burst into tears and said “All of you have stopped loving me because of the new baby”.

This suddent outburst sent me into a spiral of guilt and self-loathing. So to make it up to the kid, I drove him to MacDonalds where I bought him a Happy Meal which came with some dinosaur plastic toy that he loved.

While I sat moping and reflecting in a pool of self-pity, this lady with a small kid holding her hand suddenly walks up to me and says “Please can you help me, somebody’s broken into my car”. I realize that she’s in shock and quickly tell her to show me where her car was parked.

Under the streetlamp, in the parking lot of a busy gas station directly in front of a McDonalds was her car. Somebody had smashed the driver’s window and grabbed the turbo gauge meters thingys.

So I told her to get into my car, and then I drove her to the nearest police station.

In the police station, everybody ignored me and the lady-in-shock so I yelled at the top of my voice “HELP, WE’VE BEEN ROBBED, HELP DAMMIT”. This of course got us plenty of attention in the form of a policeman who followed us back to the lady’s car.

I let the police take over from that point forward. But I really did feel good about playing the part of a good samaritan automatically without thinking.

In fact, I don’t feel so lousy about myself anymore.

Cowboy to the rescue!

You’re great.

You did a good thing dude. Can you rescue this damsel in distress too?

elsie > kenot. Penang too far away.