You found me sprawled out in the middle of the street with my bike really late on Friday night in NE. I don't even remember what street. I was considerably less than "with it" at that point. You roused me and my phone didn't work, but you got me on my way. I don't recall thanking you, or saying much of anything at all. So I'm thanking you now. Who knows what would have come had you not happened by. I just want you to know that I got home okay. Thanks again.
A Fool Lucks Out
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