straight from the heart
what do you do when you find your car has a flat? to add to that you dont have a car jack to change the puncher. you look around and, lo behold, a good samaritan walks over. he not only brings the jack from his car but literally changes the tyre for you. you thank him profusely and the next moment he disappears.
what does one make of this? in a time when people have no time or inclination to take interest in others, more so strangers, there are a few good men/women. you feel they are specially sent to help you in your need. the world will survive as long as these souls walk on this planet.
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Happened to me tooo...Sir!
We were (i.e.. Priyanka, Shayan, Jocey, Manasa and Me), going for a play at Rangashankara last year, and Priyanka was driving Shayans dads car...
She jammed the hand break and we got stuck right in the middle of the road in JP Nagar...
Some Gaurdain angel just opened the door... Pushed Priyanka off the drivers seat (and onto already ailing me...)... and got us out of the mess... Drove us to the next corner...
And Voila! he was gone... He didnt even wait for a Thank you!
I call him My guardian Angel! Whoever he was!
My God died young.... Who knows... I might get back to the blog after the Journalism Test Tomoro!!!!!
There is A God.
actually i noticed that even though people like complaining about bangalore auto drivers, whenever these people see a broken down van or auto they never hesitate to go and push ...:D. Good samaritans?
Sir,
something like this has happened to me too... but just as I began to consider the person to be 'really' helpful, I find that he asks for a lot of money and does not let me go unless I pay him(not that I would not pay him for his help)... Unfortunately,like in your case, they do not disappear the next moment.Sir,I must say you were very lucky.
The point- though your incident sounds similar, it sound very new(atleast to me)..
Oh god, don't talk of cars that break down! Vish and I grandly took the car for one of these exams. We started out only at one oclock (the exam began at one thirty), thinking we had all the time in the world...and what do you know? Next minute we know, at the signal, the car just stops!
Poor Vish had to push it (all on his own - no help) off the main road to a side road. By the time he was done, he was sweaty and tired, and it was one forty five.
Needless to say, we had to miss the exam.
hello sir...
this is the first time i browsed ur blog and i must say it's very interesting.
Many a time while riding on the road I genuinely feel that I am alive because others have tolerated me. Btw I am quite bad on the road.a
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