Frustrated, I kicked a tire and muttered a few choice words. A teenager riding his bike noticed and stopped to ask, “What’s wrong?”
I explained the situation, adding, “Even if I could call my wife, she can’t bring me her key since this is our only car.” Without hesitation, he handed me his cell phone and said, “Call your wife and tell her I’m coming to get her key.”
I was stunned. “That’s seven miles round trip,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it,” he replied.
An hour later, he returned with the key. I tried to offer him some money to thank him, but he refused. “Let’s just say I needed the exercise,” he said with a smile.
Then, like a cowboy riding off into the sunset, he got on his bike and disappeared.
Submitted by Clarence.
