Grateful to ‘Adam’
I have to write this letter to show my appreciation and respect to a selfless young man who helped me and others on Park Avenue, the night of Thursday’s snowstorm. I believe his name is Adam.
My nine-minute commute to work normally takes 20 minutes. Thursday’s commute was 2 hours and 20 minutes. It would have been worse had it not been for my “angel” in a truck on Park Avenue, who appeared selflessly to help people who had spun out and were stuck in their cars due to the ice and snow. With no gloves on and a trunk full of rope, this young man helped the person ahead of me, and me, and I am sure others behind me. He pulled us with his truck, far enough to the top of the hill so we could go on our way home.
I offered “Adam” money but he refused, saying he couldn’t, because getting stuck in snow, “….happens to everyone.” I thanked him immensely and told him he was my angel.
It is so rare these days to find someone with such selflessness, someone who just wants to help people, no matter who they are.
Thanks again to “Adam.” And I am sorry if I got your name wrong.