Today, on my (long) round trip to visit my handicapped sister, who has managed to break her leg, and my uncle (the one I've posted about before), I filled up the car with petrol. And discovered that I'd left all my money, credit cards etc. at home.
It was one of those "this can't be happening" moments. I was exactly half-way, my poor sister was expecting me (my uncle no longer expects anyone or anything, but I wanted to see him), and there I was with a full tank but without any means of payment.
I offered my engagement ring as a hostage; I told them I knew my card number and wouldn't that do? No. Apparently it wouldn't
The the man behind me - a total stranger - came forward and offered to pay (nearly £60) for my petrol with his card. I was overwhelmed by this act of trust and generosity, and, oddly, it made my day.
Would I have done the same for someone else? I don't know. I'd like to think I would, but then again, I suppose it would depend. Needless to say, I phoned John right there and then, and asked him to send off a cheque and a thank-you. But tomorrow I shall write a note myself.