And I just kept thinking how grateful I was that he happened to park at the end of the driveway of a kind couple that were home and that were willing to help. And knew how to help. And so grateful that they weren't sociopaths or any other kind of freaks.
So, I did what I do when I want to say "thanks". I baked them a loaf of bread. Honey Oat Wheat Bread. Mmmm... HH felt a little awkward about this, so the kids and I drove up to meet him at the Good Samaritans' home on his way home from work with the freshly made loaf. I never met the wife, but Robert visited with us for quite a while and seemed genuinely pleased with our small offering of gratitude. He invited us to come back and visit any time and was just an all-around kind person, exuding optimism.
Afterward HH agreed that it was a good idea and he was glad we did it. Dare I say, we shared our Joyful Moment today in giving that loaf of bread and expressing our appreciation for this man's unsolicited act of service? I think I do. Wonderful how saying 'thanks' always feels so good and almost always results in a Joyful Moment.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments accompanied by the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread!