Darkness shrouded Taco Bell in the wee hours of the morning. After a relaxing night of losing bingo, my stomach coerced me into indulging in my favorite late night cravings. The manager let me stay in the empty lobby while they catered to the occasional drive-through patron.
Suddenly a cry of "Oh crap" came from the kitchen, then something flashed through the restaurant.
Was it a runaway freight train or speeding bullet? No, it was my hero David Vitch. Someone had forgotten their credit card in the drive through.
Most of society would set the card off to the side and wait for the customer to come back looking for it. If the customer didn't, they'd be happy to transfer of the problem to the next shift.
But, not my hero. He cast dignity to the side, preferring the joy of "doing what I would have wanted someone to do for me". The people got the card before leaving the lot.
In an often apathetic and self absorbed world, it was nice to see kindness toward someone who is not crippled. He acted out of the goodness of his heart and a desire to treat people as he would like to be treated. He expected nothing in return but the knowledge that he'd done the right thing, That seems a common sentiment among heroes. Thank you David for showing us how it's done.
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