I broke down on the side of the highway with no money and a dead phone, when I was 19. I spent all night shivering in my car and wondering what the hell I was going to do.

The next morning, a strange man in an orange car pulled over to see what was up. I explained, and he shrugged, drove me into town, and gave me hundred bucks for a tow and breakfast. He said he wished he could do more but he had to be on the road, and wished me luck.

I'll never know who he was, or where he is now, but I'll remember that guy and his immediate, unquestioning generosity forever. That's the kind of man I want to be, someone who gives without asking just because someone else is in need. I just never seem to have an extra hundred bucks.

If you're out there, sir, thanks again.