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This evening I'd like to mention my heroes from today.
Occasionally this is the bus driver who waited an extra minute so I could get on, or the man with the most fantastic moustache I've ever seen. (Eat your heart out, Mario and Luigi!) One of my heroes is certainly Marissa Pielstick, a patient, kind, wonderful, and intelligent woman whose boyfriend I have the pleasure of being.
Tonight it was four people in a truck...with a sofa in the back.
I have been ill for a couple of days; while the weather has been unseasonably warm, a brisk, chill, rainy wind in the face makes the 11-block walk home harder. Don't get me wrong--it's totally worth Marissa's company.
Well, tonight I had my head down and my hand up to keep my hood secure against the wind-driven sprinkles and the northerly gusts. I probably looked like quite the character. Walking past Wendy's, about half-way home, this truck rolls down its window and the driver asks if I'm doing alright and if I want a ride.
It took me a minute to process. I almost walked past.
A ride?
Heck.
Yes.
For the two minutes it took to get home, I had the pleasure of meeting Vanessa, Camille, Austin (our esteemed driver), and Levi. I had crossed their paths during a midnight Wendy's run while they were enjoying a large bag of fried delectables. I didn't learn much more than that about them, as they asked what I'd been up to and they got to hear about Marissa. (Sorry guys.)
They were willing to give me--a complete stranger, and in a crowded truck no less--a ride home.
This makes them my heroes today.