Someone I met worked at a hospital. I was sick again this day, so I didn't go to work and went to my doctor. He did the flu test on me, which was terrible and I would never wish that upon anyone. I have a septum piercing, and I had a hard time deciding which one was worse. That's not who I'm talking about today though.

On my drive, I recalled how I do random things for strangers. Sometimes. This came up because my doctor's office is down the road from another care facility.

A few years back, I was off and heading over to someone's house. I was driving down the road and I saw a man in a security guard uniform looking down the road, presumably for the bus. He had such a look of desperation on his face, I felt bad. I drove past him... Then decided to turn around and pick him up.

He was so grateful. He had missed the bus and it was the first day he was going to be a security guard at this hospital. He had never been there before. He was a security guard at a hospital on a different bus route, and even though he looked up the right bus route... He still missed it, and the next bus wouldn't come until after his shift started.

I asked him a little about himself, and he shared that he had moved from the mainland to be here. I forgot what the reason was, but I recall it had to do with divorce and family. He used to be a gardener and was writing about how to recycle trash into planters.

I dropped him off at his work place early, and he was thankful for the whole ordeal. I didn't think much of it personally. Sometimes people need help, and you do your best to help them. Right?