On Dec. 27, my family and I were returning to our Virginia home after spending a wonderful Christmas with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughters on Nantucket Island. The journey, albeit long, was going well until traffic came to a dead stop east of Harrisburg on Interstate 81. There were brake lights glowing as far as we could see.
After about 20 minutes of stop, drive five feet, stop, repeat, we were resigned to many more hours in the car. Suddenly in the adjacent lane a trucker lowered his window and motioned for me to do the same. When I did, he asked us where we were headed and we told him Northern Virginia. He smiled and said, “I’m on my way home to Emmitsburg. The traffic is backed up for 15 miles on this highway. Follow me.”
With a little trepidation (perhaps we’ve watched too many episodes of “Criminal Minds”) we did just that, following him through Harrisburg on highways and byways that we had no idea existed. About 30 minutes later we found ourselves heading south on Route 15 — just where we wanted to be.
I am writing in the hope that this man will read my letter and know how much we appreciated his random act of kindness.
Christine Hart, Leesburg