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Friendship Lost: A Lesson in Betrayal
It was a cloudy September morning, an obvious sign it would rain. I was dropping my son off at the elementary school and afterward driving to work. I kissed him and promised to pick him up in the afternoon. As I walked towards my car, it began drizzling. Once inside, I noticed a woman struggling to open her vehicle’s window. When suddenly it began raining harder. Without a thought and with my umbrella in hand, I jumped out of my car and walked towards her.
“Hi, can I help you with something?” I asked while shielding her from the rain.
“Thank you. I left my keys attached to the ignition in my rush to bring my daughter to school and my spare key is at home.”
“You can use my phone if you need to call someone.”
“Thanks, but I already called my husband, who is home, but we do not have a second vehicle.”
I don’t know why I did it, but the next thing I heard was myself offering to drive her to home to pick up the spare key.
“I’m on my way to work, but I can take you to pick up your key and bring you back here if you like.”
“That would be wonderful, but I don’t want to impose…”
“No problem. Let me notify my boss that I’ll be running late. Come, let’s get out of this rain.”
