Yes I do now after this happened...
Coming home from work one day, I joined M6 from M69 to meet a huge traffic jam. The traffic trundled along at a snails pace until the next junction where I saw an old lady stranded in the first lane in her car, just where the double lane slip road was coming on, so technically you could say she was in the middle lane. Everyone was just driving around her. I pulled up on the hard shoulder by which time she was half way across the slip road but her car had well and truly died. So i managed to push her the rest of the way on to the hard shoulder. She had no phone and no idea who her breakdown cover was with, only knowing it was with her bank. To cut a long story short I managed to get hold of her husband and her breakdown company, through her bank, and sorted it all out and then waited with her on the hard shoulder until the breakdown man arrived. We swapped details to keep in touch and I went on my way. I never gave it another thought.
5 months later I had a really tough month with bills and vets fees. I didn't get paid until the Monday and I drove home on Friday night knowing the only food in the house was a couple of tins of dog food and some mouldy cheese. I had £10 in the bank and needed petrol to get home.
When I walked in the door there was a hand written envelope, looked like some kind of greetings card. I opened it and it was a thank you card from the lady on the motorway... with a £50 (!!!) Marks and Spencers voucher. Not only did I eat for the weekend but I ate posh food!!!
Karma
Coming home from work one day, I joined M6 from M69 to meet a huge traffic jam. The traffic trundled along at a snails pace until the next junction where I saw an old lady stranded in the first lane in her car, just where the double lane slip road was coming on, so technically you could say she was in the middle lane. Everyone was just driving around her. I pulled up on the hard shoulder by which time she was half way across the slip road but her car had well and truly died. So i managed to push her the rest of the way on to the hard shoulder. She had no phone and no idea who her breakdown cover was with, only knowing it was with her bank. To cut a long story short I managed to get hold of her husband and her breakdown company, through her bank, and sorted it all out and then waited with her on the hard shoulder until the breakdown man arrived. We swapped details to keep in touch and I went on my way. I never gave it another thought.
5 months later I had a really tough month with bills and vets fees. I didn't get paid until the Monday and I drove home on Friday night knowing the only food in the house was a couple of tins of dog food and some mouldy cheese. I had £10 in the bank and needed petrol to get home.
When I walked in the door there was a hand written envelope, looked like some kind of greetings card. I opened it and it was a thank you card from the lady on the motorway... with a £50 (!!!) Marks and Spencers voucher. Not only did I eat for the weekend but I ate posh food!!!
Karma