The Kindness of a Stranger

At 11:15 Monday night, I was trying unsuccessfully to dislodge my car from an unplowed side street. You know – the famous rock the car back and forth to get on top of the snow and then out, to freedom.

Unfortunately, those pesky hidden ice patches were hampering my efforts.

And then, this man appeared, descended the steps from one of those classic Montreal multilevel dwellings, with metal contraptions you put under wheels to provide traction.

He wasn’t wearing any gloves, just a big helpful smile. A few minutes went by as I followed his instructions: “Now turn her slow and ease gently on the gas, good, good. Now hold your foot on the brake.” He ran around the car repositioning his metal gadgets, gripping the side of the open window and told me to give it some gas. The car went back and forth until I was out.

I had nothing to offer him but some mint leaves that he declined, saying it was his pleasure.

That’s Montreal.


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