Why is he bothering me? - I was heading to work yesterday, running late, listening to classical music in efforts to calm my urgent driving in the congestion of morning rush when the driver of the car in the lane next to mine began signaling me to roll down my window. It was 22 degrees F and I was not only not interested in rolling down my window but I was also asking myself, "Why is this guy bothering me?"

By now we both have a green light and should be moving but he has stopped in the right lane and so I stop, too, in the left lane, very aware of the driver behind me, right on my tail, undeniably frustrated that I'm not moving. Feeling harried and irritated myself, I roll down the window to hear the young driver says to me, "Your driver-side back tire is low."

"Oh," I said. "Thank you so much for letting me know!" With that, the young driver gave me a thumb's up and turned right. I continued on, feeling both anxious that, given the news about my ailing tire, I might not make it to the office but also feeling deeply grateful, that this stranger cared enough in all of that traffic--to say nothing of all that he may have had on his mind as he headed into his day--to notice my tire and to take the time and trouble to say something. I'm grateful to this young man and to KindLoook, for giving me the opportunity to share his kindness with the world.