The Highway Patrol
When Giffird drove away from Mr. McCumbers’s home, it was one of the most difficult days of his life. While driving toward Reno, Giffird began thinking of all the kind things Mr. McCumber had done for him, losing track of his speed. The lights of the State Highway Patrol in his rearview mirror shook Giffird from his distraction. By the time the patrolman walked up to his window and asked for his driver’s license, Giffird was very emotional and began to tell the officer his story.
“I was homeless when a complete stranger took me in and gave me a place to sleep. He bought me a whole new wardrobe of clothes, gave me thousands of dollars, and this car.” Giffird was so emotional that he could barely get the words out. He showed the officer the cash in the envelope and the map that Mr. McCumber had given him. “He told me to follow this route to Reno, Nevada because he thought it was a good place to start my life over.”
When Giffird drove away from Mr. McCumbers’s home, it was one of the most difficult days of his life. While driving toward Reno, Giffird began thinking of all the kind things Mr. McCumber had done for him, losing track of his speed. The lights of the State Highway Patrol in his rearview mirror shook Giffird from his distraction. By the time the patrolman walked up to his window and asked for his driver’s license, Giffird was very emotional and began to tell the officer his story.
“I was homeless when a complete stranger took me in and gave me a place to sleep. He bought me a whole new wardrobe of clothes, gave me thousands of dollars, and this car.” Giffird was so emotional that he could barely get the words out. He showed the officer the cash in the envelope and the map that Mr. McCumber had given him. “He told me to follow this route to Reno, Nevada because he thought it was a good place to start my life over.”