... where it's not about the camera.
Now I have to tell my story!It was early 90's, we were just married traveling from Norfolk to Illinois for Christmas. Our car alternator was dying and we stopped in Bruceton WV. The station was next to a school. The guy didn’t have our part but we could get it in Morgantown. We had no way to get there. A teacher was standing next to us because her school bus broke down on the highway and she was getting sparkplugs. She threw us her car keys to go to Morgantown. We were in shock!! She told us to just park it when we got back and give her keys to the office. WE DID! She didn’t know us! She helped us so much. She was an angel. My husband said she had a Ford Fairmont wagon. I wish I could tell her how much of an impact she made on our life. She made us better people. One person can influence many lives! It connects us…even with a lost Swiss Army knife.I LOVE West Virginia!!!!
Thanks for that comment BA. That's a GREAT story. A couple of years ago I was meeting with some advertising people from Chicago. It came up in conversation that I had recently found an important-looking check in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart. I called the owner of the check and told him I was mailing the check to him. The folks from Chicago were amazed that anybody would go to the trouble, but I told them it wouldn't really be considered that remarkable around these parts. It's just what I'd want somebody to do for me. Having said that... I sure wouldn't loan my car to a stranger! :-)
Both these stories renew my faith in people! I have always known that people from WV are among the best in the country (having lived there from birth to age 22). My husband, born in NYC, says that when he travelled on business, the trips to WV were among his favorites because the people were so nice.
Okay, so now I feel the need to share my story...I was probably about 12 at the time and had gone to Kings Island with a friend's church. The car we (only my friend, myself, and the driver who was maybe 18) were riding in got separated from the others on our way home. It was dark and we had no idea where we were so we stopped by a local gas station. A man inside could tell we were distraught and had no idea what to do. He offered to put up us in a hotel for the night, but our driver refused to let him do that, so he offered us his house instead, which she took. KIDS--NEVER ACCEPT A STRANGE MAN'S INVITATION TO HIS HOUSE! Our story ended well, but I don't want to advocate to anyone that they should do such a thing. He and his wife put us up for the night, bought us breakfast the next day, and got us on the road headed home, even insisting on giving us money for the trip, in case anything else happened on our way. I was too young at the time to fully appreciate the kindness and have always wanted to be able to properly thank them now, but I have no idea how to find them. So, I guess I have to say that I think Ohio has some pretty nice people as well. Being from WV, I knew we had nice people! :)
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