On my drive home from a three-day visit with my son and his family, I realized my handbag was still in Tacoma. No cell phone, money or credit card to make a quick stop at Costco. No license, and no ferry ticket — things we all depend on.
Yes, it is summer vacation, and the ferry line was backed up just past the school. I had lots of time to think about my dilemma. I found my crumbled up round-trip ferry receipt, hoping that would be the solution when explaining my problem at the toll booth.
After I passed the lighted intersection and saw the ferry was unloading, I knew I had time to introduce myself to the driver in the car parked in front of me.
I asked to borrow his cell phone to call my husband. I knew he was probably getting worried that I hadn’t called. Todd was wonderful. He dialed my number, I thanked him and said now I’ve got to plead my case at the toll booth. I was optimistic and not too worried I’d make it home in time for dinner.
Minutes later, the line was moving again and I approached the ferry terminal with receipt in my hand and a smile on my face.
Just as I started talking, I was politely interrupted with “no problem … he paid your way.” I was so overwhelmed I teared up, not only because I was relieved, but because Todd was so gracious.
After I parked, I knocked on his window to thank him and to get his address so I could reimburse him.
He wouldn’t give it to me and just said he was glad to help.
I am hoping he’ll read this letter to the editor because I want him to know as soon as I have an opportunity, I will pay forward his generosity to someone else in need.
I also wanted to share this story because it represents goodness in our sometimes confusing and troubled world.