So many times people have helped me out, once stuck in DC because of a snow storm and the airport was shut down. A sweet woman, got me a cab and took me to the train station, bought me dinner and sent me off on the train back to N.Y.C..

Then the turck drive that changed my flat tire on the side of a mountain, repacked my car (i was moving so it was packed) and bought me breakfast, then lead me through 2 states. Save me hours off my trip. I tell people now if they ever ask, Do you know how to change a tire? I say yes wait for a truck driver.

Then their was the lady that saved my life, I will never forget her. I owe her everything. She found me, bandaged my wounds the best she could and stayed with me till they found a family member. On top of all that she came to see me ever day for about a month, brought me, food, books, flowers etc.
I still talk to her, she lives in Port st. Lucie, only 1 hour away.