When I was 17, I had the family car one night and had taken my date home and was going home myself, l5 miles out in the country. It was around 11 PM and as foggy as I have ever seen it. A soldier was hitch-hiking and difficult to see. I gave him a ride and explained that I would not be going to the next town. He said OK. Within a few miles he had fallen asleep. When I got to my destination he was still asleep and it was still very foggy. I kept going to the next town and woke him up and stopped at a resturant and bought him supper. I knew that military pay was very small back then. I explained that I had a brother in the Marine Corps and he hitch-hiked a lot and I would hope someone somewhere would be kind to him. I took the soldier to the best hitch-hiking spot and wished him well.
Three years later, I was in the Army and just out of basic training. I was hitch-hiking back to base and a violent thunder storm came up and drenched me. I quit hitch-hiking and started walking, even though the base was 200 miles away. Figured I would dry out eventually. I had not gotten far when a car stopped and this couple offered me a ride. I tried to decline since I was so wet. They insisted that I ride as the seats were not cloth. I accepted. Turns out they were childless and for 200 miles the "adopted me". Bought me a meal and were mighty good company. That night when I was mulling the day over in my mind and thanking God for looking out for me, I then remembered the kind deed I had done before.