I promise you, this story is 100% true. I am telling you this just to put into perspective how easy it is to help someone in need, and how much it can alter something as big as an entire life.

 Driving home tonight I came across an orange object in the street. As I drove closer, I realized what I was seeing was a person lying on the floor with his head in the middle of the street. If I did not swerve out of the way, I would of hit him with my car and probably would of killed him. After quickly parking my car across the street, I cautiously walked over and asked several times if he was alright before he finally answered “no.” I helped him off the soaked pavement and sat him on the curb. Needing to return to my car to get something out of it I told him to “stay there while I go get something from the car.” Upon returning, he began crying. When I asked him why, he said “you came back for me….. nobody has ever come back for me.” I replied with “i’m a man of my word, I told you I would be back, and now i’m going to help you get home.” He then said “But why are you helping me”? I told him “If I drove away and later found out that something happened to you, and I just drove by you and didn’t help, I would NOT be able to live with myself….. Now where do you live?”

  After him stumbling over his words to attempt to produce some type of an address for me to work with I finally asked him to show me his I.D.. When he pulled out his wallet I begun to search through it while not finding a license I did find his Veteran Affairs card. After finding out he was in the Navy for 6 years, he asked me “why are you being so nice to me”? I told him “you fought for my freedom, so tonight I will fight for your life with you.” He let out a big smile and told me his address. I must of asked him over again 15 times to make sure he didn’t give me a different address every time.

  Trying to talk to him about the Navy was a really difficult task. I found out that his favorite part about the navy was “me being evil.” I have never seen such evil yet at the same time helplessness in a man’s eyes before. I knew I couldn’t leave him… He needed my help.

  While we were slowly walking to his house he stopped and looked at me and asked me again “why are you being so nice to me”? I replied with “You looked like you needed a friend tonight.” After that he touched my head. The same thing happened in the exact fashion 5 times. After the 5th time I asked “Why do you keep touching my head”? He said to me “I can’t believe you’re real, nobody is ever this nice… you can’t be real” As we got closer and closer to his house he took out his wallet and offered me his credit card as a thank you. I told him “I’m not doing this for any type of payment” Confused he said “then why would you help me”? I said “You looked like you needed help, you’re just lucky I was there in time before you hurt yourself.” After slipping his credit card back into his pocket he attempted to give me his entire wallet. Laughing I took it to hold until he forgot. When I got to his house I told him he dropped his wallet and gave it back to him. 

  As he was walking away he turned towards me and said “Thank you, you saved my life tonight.”

I could of very easily walked away from this man at any point in time tonight. But knowing that I got this man home alright, made me feel very good about myself.