A Stranger’s Concern

After a three-day snowstorm that held Eastern Montana in a frozen grip, the sky cleared, and the stretch of snow-covered meadow near my house lured me outside to ski. As I broke trail, the wind came up. I would cut my ski short as the wind chill was well below zero. I came within sight of the highway as I turned to loop back and noticed a truck slow, then turn onto our shale road, making its way towards me. I stopped and waited. As the truck reached me an older man – a woman in the passenger seat – rolled his window down and asked, “Is everything okay? Do you need help?” I reassured him I was fine, and as he put the truck in reverse he said, “Stay warm!” I was warmed by this drive-by random act of kindness, the concern of a perfect stranger.

Karen Stevenson