I didn't have heavy bags, so I just kept going and didn't stop or wait for a ride. I hate standing around waiting. I hate standing around waiting even more than I hate schlepping up the hill. So, I kept on walking. It really wasn't so bad.
I noticed a small car going down. It sort of slowed, then in the corner of my eye I noticed it stopping and turning around, reverse. Suddenly it stopped right next to me. One of the young men of the neighborhood was in the drivers seat:
"I just couldn't let you walk it."What a sweet kid. He turned around just to give me a ride home!
Yesterday, around twenty hours later, again I was trudging up the hill. Suddenly a car stopped right next to me. It was the father of the young man who had given me a ride just the night before.
"Would you believe...? Just twenty hours earlier, your youngest gave me a ride at this very spot. He was on his way out, saw me and turned around so I wouldn't have to walk. What a darling boy."
"Actually, I was on my way out of Shiloh, when my wife said that I should get something from the house. That's why I'm davka here right now."
"No, you're here right now just to hear what a wonderful son you have."I have the best neighbors here in Shiloh.