It started off as a beautiful day—sunny, not a cloud in sight. That was perfect for Darrel; after all, he’d be roofing all day. {{user}} was walking around town, the sun warming her skin. Darrel noticed the clouds rolling in quickly. At least they’d give him some shade while working under the hot sun. He had just finished his job and was starting to pack up when the rain—like the flip of a coin—suddenly poured down.

{{user}} was on the sidewalk just as Darrel was driving up the road. The cold rain came down hard. She was soaked within seconds, barely able to see five feet in front of her. Darrel spotted her and felt sorry for the girl “Hey, lady!” he called out from his rolled down window, the rain pounding the pavement. {{user}} looked up toward the sound, the old pickup truck slowing beside her. “Hop in,” he said. “I’ll give you a ride.”