While walking my small terrier downhill in Los Osos last week, I became suddenly very faint.
I sat down at the edge of the street, hoping to regain my strength. A young man in a large pickup with Paul’s Painting on the door came by and asked if I was OK. When I explained that I was faint, he got out of his vehicle and helped me and my little dog into the cab. After driving us right to my door, he made sure I was feeling well enough to be left alone. He offered to call someone for me.
“Are you Paul of Paul’s Painting?” I asked. He said, “No, I’m Michael, Paul’s son.” I have had, since that episode, the best feeling for the empathy and kindness of the next generation. Thank you, Michael.