By Melissa Boyd (Whetstone Staff Writer)
Melissa Boyd
When bad things happen to you, it’s wonderful to know that even a stranger cares.
In my case, it was probably an unknown fellow student who helped me – and the police – find a student who had hit my car and left some time during Nov. 1.
I didn’t find out what happened to my car until early the following morning, around 12:30 a.m., when, much to my surprise, I saw a note on my windshield.
At first, I could feel my blood pressure rising because I thought it was a parking ticket. My windshield was covered with thick condensation, so I assumed security was just not able to see my parking permit through it or something.
No. There was a note from a stranger, telling me she saw the person hit my car and drive off. She recorded the details of the car, including the make, color, and even the license plate number. She had already called both the police and the Wesley security people for me.
I’m not sure how many other people would take the time to write down a license plate number as it’s speeding away. I’m not even sure how many people would take the time to even write a general description of the vehicle for a stranger.
A complete stranger did this for me. She doesn’t know me and I don’t know her, but I can say I wish I did. People who are kind enough to take the time to be nice to a fellow student are the people I would love to be friends with.
She even included her email for me to contact her.
It’s amazing to realize how there are such extreme opposites on our campus. Those that don’t say anything, the “I ain’t saying nothing generation†that I wrote about with the shooting in front of Williams; but also those who sacrifice their time to help someone out.
I prefer the kindhearted.
