Pop Goes the Weasel

Leaving work one day in mid October, I watched this woman hastily leaving the parking lot, then she jumped the median and her tire popped.

Her window was open so I told her it was flat and had her back into a spot. She was from out of town and flustered so I offered to change her tire. We got to talking, and when a coworker came out he had a kindness card in his pack. So I gave her the card, told her Blake’s story and asked if she would pass on something nice #forblake.

Her name was Mimi from the Bay Area and she promised to carry on the good deed.