Mid-way through the 40 minute ride, he pulled over
for a pit stop - we were assuming he had to run an errand. Two minutes later,
he hops back in the driver's seat bearing gifts – iced coffees for himself,
Matt and I.
Wait a minute. We ask for a ride, and YOU are the
one that gives US something. Mind exploding - shouldn't it be the other way
around? I mean, we didn't have much, but we were prepared to offer him an apple
we had stashed in my bag.
I don't know why I'm so dumbfounded by this simple
gesture. I guess it's because things like this just keep on happening. Just the
night before, the next door neighbor of an apartment we were staying in randomly brought over a tray of fresh fruit and hazelnuts as a welcome gift.
Then later invited us into her home for coffee and pastry with her family, where we ended
the night with a gift from her son – a stone cross necklace for me.
I've never encountered perfect strangers with such
blatant generosity and not a shred of expectancy to return the favor.