Good Samaritans renew faith in humans
My car died on Aug. 14 about 4:30 p.m. I was on Chickamauga Avenue in Rossville at the light in front of the post office.
Motorists were whizzing around me on both sides in anger and annoyance. I had been sitting in this chaos about 10 minutes, thinking more about human behavior than my car’s faulty behavior.
Then a young man and his son walked across all of the traffic and asked me if they could help push my car to the side of the road as it was not safe given the volume of traffic.
In addition to moving my car, they checked it out for anything obvious.