A Good Kind of Pride

We were coming home from Newberry on Sunday when Mary Lee noticed an elderly man who had fallen in his driveway, off of the frontage road of the interstate. We got off at the exit (were getting off anyway; Mike and Andrew had spotted a car on the same frontage road, and of course, you HAVE to stop and look at classic Chevelles whenever possible!) and came back about a mile to his home, and he was still on the ground where he had fallen. Mike and Andrew immediately got out of the car and helped him up and to the house, got him inside, and got him settled in his chair. It was a slow process as the man could hardly walk. He really shouldn't have been going out to the road to get the newspaper as it was apparent that he was not quite clear in his thinking. But the sight of Mike and Andrew, helping that stranger up to his porch, made me very, very proud of both of my two men.