- Angela Davis, activist, author, educator
The other way I went home for the weekend and my uncle was going to drive me back to school. He was trying to start the car and it wouldn’t start and then my other uncle try to see what was going on with the car (I don’t know much about cars). They tried everything they could and still the car wouldn’t start. By then what felt like an eternity seemed to have passed by, but it was probably around 10 or 15 minutes. Anyways, this man with a redish car passed by and no one knew him. He was wearing either a hoodie or a black leather jacket (I am not sure), but I am sure that he had a pony tail, long brown hair, that his pants were stained with paint, and that he was wearing boots. Also there was a dog in the passenger seat. They tried something and it did not work out (the street was very narrowed since there was a lot of snow around). My uncle who did not know English managed to say “thank you my friend” to express his gratitude (I was really tired from carrying a heavy backpack and a bag full of something, I just stood there like a statue). I thought it was just it, the random man seemed about to drive away, but he didn’t he moved forward to let some cars pass by and to position his car in such a way that it would allow him to not block the street. They tried again and after a while the car began working. My uncle the one that had said thank you, had to leave because he was going to be late for work. My other uncle also did not know how to speak English, but he said “thank you” and gave the guy a handshake. When I saw the car working, I felt like saying THANK YOU, you are a life saver. If I could I would kiss your feet I would, but I wouldn’t because that is gross, but I would pet your dog even if I am afraid of dogs. However, I remained silent.
someone asked this four or five year old what his biggest fear was and he said the common cold.