|Posted by snukij on June 12, 2011 at 6:00 PM|
A friend of mine told me this about his grandfather, David. When his grandfather was young he rode a motorcycle everywhere. He worked and lived in the city, but his parents lived in a small village. One night when he was coming to his family home after 3 years he saw an attractive woman walking along the road in the same direction he was going. He stopped and realized that it was his childhood friend and neighbor, so offered her a ride home. It was a cold night and it was starting to rain so he let her wear his jacket. The next day he realized that she still had his jacket so went over to her house. Her recognized the old couple that came to the door. He remembered they were her parents, so he said "your daughter was walking along the road last night and I gave her ride home, it was a cold night so I let her borrow my jacked and I think she still has it. I just came over to pick it up." The old woman started to cry and David wondered what was going on when her father replied. "Son, I’m afraid our daughter was hit by a biker down the road and passed away about a year ago." He was both sad and frightened at the same time. After leaving her house he went to the cemetery to lay flowers on his old friend’s tomb stone. As he approached her tombstone he saw his jacket neatly folded beside it.
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