Editor: Last week, I was waiting at the front of the line to turn left off of 200 Street to go east onto the Langley Bypass. All of a sudden my Volkswagen Bug conked out and I was stuck.
A very kind man from a truck was quickly at my window asking if he could push my car to a safe place. As he started pushing, another man came out of nowhere and also helped.
They pushed me around the meridian and left me in a much better spot, facing north on 200 Street.
Then they ran back to their own vehicles, which were holding up traffic.
I got out of the Bug and lifted up the hood so I would be more visible. Two other men rode by on bicycles and asked if there was anything that they could do for me and if I was OK.
Then, another guy came up and handed me a bouquet of roses and said he hoped that my day would get better from that point on.
So there I was, holding a bouquet of beautiful roses beside my broken-down bug as the sun was setting.
It was starting to feel quite surreal at this point, considering this had all happened within a few minutes. It was like a well choreographed dance.
Seconds later another man came up and asked me if he could push my car to a parking lot where it would be much safer.
It was really far, but he said he could do it. He was quite small statured, but he was determined to help. So he started pushing and then I saw in my rear view mirror that a semi truck had put on its flashers and the driver had jumped out, and was running to help push as well.
As they worked, I heard at least one other guy yell out to ask if they needed more help. They safely deposited me in a parking stall and they both took off before I could properly thank them.
I sat in my car, safe and sound with a bouquet of roses next to me and was overwhelmed by the goodness and kindness of the people in this community.
My family moved here last summer and I have never witnessed such a show of grace.
Also, I was amazed to see how in spite of all the bad reputation that men get sometimes, this situation proved that chivalry is not dead. It restored my hope that there is still a lot of good in this world despite what we hear on the news.
I still made it for the last half of my meeting. I was actually on my way to a vision meeting for Recovery Church, which meets at CLA. The people who come to services are mainly those who are addicted or recovering from addiction. It was so amazing that at least four citizens who helped me or offered to help me fit into this category.
I hope that I will be able to offer the same kindness and care that they extended to me that day.