I was born in an East Asian country, and came to the US in my early 20’s as a student. Once I settled in, I bought a pretty beat up second hand car, and started my routine of going to school, shopping and cooking for myself, etc.

One Saturday afternoon, I drove my old car down to the local grocery store for the next week’s groceries. It was a hot summer day. I was a little absent minded when I got out of my car and headed to the store from the parking lot. I suddenly realized that I forgot to take my car key out before locking the door. It was the only key I got, and knowing so little about the system in this country I didn’t know what to do. I got panicked. How am I going to go back to campus? And what’ll happen to my car? I stood stupidly in the middle of the parking lot, sweating. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Hey buddy, what’s up? Do you need any help?” I looked up. A man I gather in his late 40’s or early 50’s looked at me smiling. He was a typical all American guy (to me anyway). He was tall and looked healthy and fit, but did have a belly. He had the greatest smile, which made me feel much safer right there. I told him about what happened. He then paused for a second seemingly thinking about something. Then he said, “Don’t worry. I can help you. But I need to go back to my place to get a tool. It is pretty close by. You can come with me. I have some cold drinks you can have. Then we’ll come back together and take care of your car.” I eagerly complied, and got into his car.

It didn’t take long at all before we got to his condo. It was cool and comfortable inside. He sat me down and we had some small talks while he poured me some iced lemonade.