Sometime back, I stopped to help a man who was broken down on the road.
I whipped out my voltmeter and tested his alternator and his battery. I determined that the alternator was good, but the battery had a couple bad cells.
He was impatient. Kept asking how long it would take. When I said he needed a new battery, all he could think of was he had no time for it.
Exploring options, I asked how far he was going. I could follow him there and just swap out the battery. In a demanding tone, he suggested I buy the battery after getting there and swap it out while he went inside.
I... was getting aggravated. People, these days. So entitled.
Regretting stopping to help, but wanting to keep the peace, I agreed. He immediately piled several bills into my hand, totaling just under $200 and jumped in his car and took off. I barely got my battery charger put away and into the drivers seat in time to catch up with him.
I followed him and his car started stalling even going down the highway exit ramp.
His headlights dimmed, then flickered. He did not stop like a normal human being. Instead, he dashed to the far right lane, turned, then U-turned, turning right again onto the original road he had been on, bypassing the light.
I considered not being an idiot and waiting through the light.
But... Technically... I had his money in my pocket. That would be theft... So I turned, U-turned, turned right again and caught up. Down the road... he suddenly shot left.
I followed.
It was that moment it all became clear.
He parked in a hurry and I pulled up behind his car. I held up my hands in a catching motion. Spotting the queue, he tossed me his keys as he turned and ran into the double doors, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Grabbing my Battery Terminal pliers from the box in my truck, I popped the hood on his car. Removed the battery, took it as the Core to the autoparts store. The new battery was about $215. Close enough.
Returned to the hospital parking lot, put the new battery in. Secured his car and dropped the keys off at the nurses station.
Never saw him again.
I do not know who it was. A wife. A parent. A child. A friend.
I do not know what happened to that person, nor to the impatient snapping man.
What I do know, is I had his gratitude.
These are the memories we carry; the moments that matter. That helps us face the mysterious unknowns, when we do not know what drives another persons actions, in a chance encounter, in the world.
Stopping to help - Still does good in the world.