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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.
His name was Pham, he's Vietnamese, and he is a year younger than me. But he looks 35. He was maybe a shade over 5 feet tall and weighed 120 pounds with rocks 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.
He needed to get another set of keys, so I drove him to his home, and then we went back to where he had left his car. He told me a little of his life story, and he also said remarkable things. Pham was in the Vietnamese Army before, and was allied with the Americans and were fighting along side with each other. But when the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, Pham was put to jail by the Northern Vietnamese for treason, by helping the Americans, he was supposed to serve in jail for 17 years.
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.
From jail to home, Pham walked his way, and then together with his whole family, they walked to a boat that took them to Norway where they lived for a year, then soon after an American Army Officer who knew Pham helped and sponsored them to the United States.
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 away from his car, he told me, "I knew you were going to help me, I could sense it, then soon as you rolled down your window, I feel you have a positive energy. I could feel things like this, and I could feel that you had no fear, even for a trusting a stranger like me. You had no fear cause there's someone else that 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've been in some pretty sticky situations in my life, and I've always pulled through somehow. It isn't the first time someone has told me about the other person riding shotgun, but it's the first time its ever happened with a complete stranger.
And I stopped, listened to his story and I told him to hop in.
His name was Pham, he's Vietnamese, and he is a year younger than me. But he looks 35. He was maybe a shade over 5 feet tall and weighed 120 pounds with rocks 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.
He needed to get another set of keys, so I drove him to his home, and then we went back to where he had left his car. He told me a little of his life story, and he also said remarkable things. Pham was in the Vietnamese Army before, and was allied with the Americans and were fighting along side with each other. But when the Americans pulled out of Vietnam, Pham was put to jail by the Northern Vietnamese for treason, by helping the Americans, he was supposed to serve in jail for 17 years.
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.
From jail to home, Pham walked his way, and then together with his whole family, they walked to a boat that took them to Norway where they lived for a year, then soon after an American Army Officer who knew Pham helped and sponsored them to the United States.
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 away from his car, he told me, "I knew you were going to help me, I could sense it, then soon as you rolled down your window, I feel you have a positive energy. I could feel things like this, and I could feel that you had no fear, even for a trusting a stranger like me. You had no fear cause there's someone else that 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've been in some pretty sticky situations in my life, and I've always pulled through somehow. It isn't the first time someone has told me about the other person riding shotgun, but it's the first time its ever happened with a complete stranger.
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If you want a little extra protection, then buy pepper spray. Spray some communists.
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