Strangers’ Small Acts That Changed Lives Forever: Stories That Will Restore Your Faith in Humanity
Not only did a person pick me up and not m****r me, but TWO cars picked me up and didn’t attempt to m****r me! (The first one took me a good portion of the way, the second one got me to the condo)
I, of course, was on my defense, had a pen in hand, ready to attack if anything got weird, but they were kind enough to let me warm up in the car and get me along as far as they could take me.
I thanked them both over and over for their kindness and marched my way up the steps to the condo, only to find no one was home.
When they left me at the rehab center, they took my keys and my phone, so I had no one to call, and no way to let myself in – cue the meltdown.
I’m f*****g livid. Freezing. It’s 16 degrees outside and I’m stuck on the windy oceanfront with a duffel bag of clothes from California, and nowhere to go.
I’m thinking to myself- this is it. I’ve finally f****d up so bad, I’m probably going to die now.
Out of sheer anger at myself and my parents, I decide… I’m going to kick in this condo door and get warm.
But the front door was on a step, which was hard to get the right angle to get a solid kick into it, so I just tried slamming my body up against the door, but felt like I was only doing damage to my body.
Just as I was giving in to the sadness and ready to give up… the door next door opens.
It’s a neighbor I’ve never met who has no idea why some guy is trying to break in next door.
I try to catch my breath to tell him, I’m sorry – I’m their son, I’m just trying to get warm. Etc etc
He was an older man, late 50s, who was making breakfast for his daughter in their kitchen when he heard my kicking at the door.
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