Last night about 11pm, I suddenly got very hungry, and so I grabbed my coat and keys and headed for the nearest 7-11. I picked out a couple of unhealthy snacks, bought a lottery ticket and jumped back in the car. It was frosty, about 28 degrees, and I turned on the heat. I started for home, and suddenly I saw a little guy in the middle of the road waving for help.
And I stopped, listened to his story and I told him to hop in.
He said his name is Pham, a Vietnamese, and according to him he is a year younger than me though he looks older than 35. He stands like 5 feet tall and weighing 120 pounds including all the stones or rocks you'd have to put in his pockets.
He had locked his keys in his car, and had been walking for over 6 miles when I picked him up. It was another couple of miles to his house. When he got in the car he was shaking from the cold.
I drove him to his house to get another set keys, and then back to where he had left his car. While I was driving, he said some remarkable things. He had been in the Vietnamese Army, fighting along side American troops. He said he dreamed every day of coming to America. When the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, the North Vietnamese put him in jail for the next 17 years for helping the Americans.
Pham never stopped dreaming of coming to America one day. Then that one day came, when his brother came to the jail to tell him that they were leaving. The whole family had to leave vietnam to get Pham out of jail.
Pham just walked from jail to home, and then the whole family walked to a boat going to Norway where they lived for a year, then an American Army Officer helped Pham and his family by sponsoring them to the U.S.
Pham works as car mechanic, he repairs and fixes American cars. All 15 of them, his family, purchased a big house two years ago in Virginia. Pham is really proud of the kind of life they have now, he got his dream and they are away from the chaos in Vietnam. He said, "My family is rich, not so much rich or billionaire rich, but where we are now is heaven compared to Vietnam."
"In Vietnam, there is no window to prosper, the people are still poor or even poorer and only the communists gets rich."
About 2 miles from his car he said, "I knew you were going to stop and help me. I could feel it, and as soon as you rolled down the window I could feel good energy. I could feel that, and I could fee you had no fear. I know you had no fear because someone else always rides with you."
And then he just smiled.
I dropped him off, and he gave me his card, and offered to fix my car for free anytime. Then I drove home.
I have been in some pretty unpleasant situations in my life, but I somehow always get through. And it isn't the first time that someone commented about the other person that rides with me, it's just ever the first time it happened with a total stranger.
And I stopped, listened to his story and I told him to hop in.
He said his name is Pham, a Vietnamese, and according to him he is a year younger than me though he looks older than 35. He stands like 5 feet tall and weighing 120 pounds including all the stones or rocks you'd have to put in his pockets.
He had locked his keys in his car, and had been walking for over 6 miles when I picked him up. It was another couple of miles to his house. When he got in the car he was shaking from the cold.
I drove him to his house to get another set keys, and then back to where he had left his car. While I was driving, he said some remarkable things. He had been in the Vietnamese Army, fighting along side American troops. He said he dreamed every day of coming to America. When the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, the North Vietnamese put him in jail for the next 17 years for helping the Americans.
Pham never stopped dreaming of coming to America one day. Then that one day came, when his brother came to the jail to tell him that they were leaving. The whole family had to leave vietnam to get Pham out of jail.
Pham just walked from jail to home, and then the whole family walked to a boat going to Norway where they lived for a year, then an American Army Officer helped Pham and his family by sponsoring them to the U.S.
Pham works as car mechanic, he repairs and fixes American cars. All 15 of them, his family, purchased a big house two years ago in Virginia. Pham is really proud of the kind of life they have now, he got his dream and they are away from the chaos in Vietnam. He said, "My family is rich, not so much rich or billionaire rich, but where we are now is heaven compared to Vietnam."
"In Vietnam, there is no window to prosper, the people are still poor or even poorer and only the communists gets rich."
About 2 miles from his car he said, "I knew you were going to stop and help me. I could feel it, and as soon as you rolled down the window I could feel good energy. I could feel that, and I could fee you had no fear. I know you had no fear because someone else always rides with you."
And then he just smiled.
I dropped him off, and he gave me his card, and offered to fix my car for free anytime. Then I drove home.
I have been in some pretty unpleasant situations in my life, but I somehow always get through. And it isn't the first time that someone commented about the other person that rides with me, it's just ever the first time it happened with a total stranger.
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