True Story
I had a blowout on the highway when a patrol officer pulled up. He got out, looked things over, and saw right away that my jack wasn’t doing the job.
He went back to his car, grabbed his own jack, rigged it up, and said—word for word—“Watch my back, I got you.”
I was like… what? But then this man, in his clean uniform, dropped to his knees, laid flat on the pavement, and fixed my tire from start to finish.
When he stood up, he noticed I was a coach. We talked a bit, and it turned out he was an exercise phys major too—out of UNC. We stood there just a few feet from speeding cars, talking for five minutes that felt more like thirty.
That’s when I whispered to my wife to take a picture. Not because he wanted recognition—he didn’t. He never asked for thanks or a shout-out. He was simply doing what he probably does every day: serving others without hesitation.
I never got his name, and I didn’t need to. But when he said “watch my back,” I felt his heart.
This man—someone’s son, maybe a husband, maybe a father—showed me that there are still people out here quietly doing good, expecting nothing in return.
The lesson:
What you choose to expect in life often shapes what you receive. Expect goodness… and you just might get it. Or maybe even better.
Source: Repeal Illinois HB 3653