And by old guy I mean the 96 year old guy who rides a scooter up and down my street to and from the promenade. I've officially never met him, although I've lived here for nearly a decade. he wears a scarf and a wool hat even on the warmest of days and sometimes he stops to pet my cat who is always puzzled by his scooter on the sidewalk. today, his battery went kaput about 4 blocks from his house and I happened to be finishing a sweaty sandy 6 mile beach walk. I pushed it back to his house for him and he walked gingerly alongside with his beautiful mahogany cane. He told me about living in Santa Monica for 54 years. I felt young and grateful for my new friend.
Do you have any itty bitty teeny tiny short stories of extending a helping hand? Has anyone inspired you? If so, please share.