I know that Los Angeles literally means “City of Angels,” translated into English, and after last weekend, I now know why it is so appropriately named. Just when you think you are all alone in a big city and no one seems to have enough time to think of anyone else, you are proven wrong. After fighting the daily grind full of road rage infused commuters and the hustle and bustle of a city wearing thin on its nerves, I never thought in my wildest dreams Los Angeles had lovely, trusting, decent normal people left in it, but this is just a terrible misjudgment on my part.

Last weekend, I was literally running to make it on time to my best friend’s surprise birthday party. I had parked illegally in someone else’s parking spot and had remembered his girlfriend’s apartment being at Beverly and Doheny, but I was wrong! I knew it looked unfamiliar and I didn’t have time to get it wrong. So, I continued to walk and wonder where the heck I was. I finally, gave-in and texted his girlfriend for her address and told her I was lost and hoping not to spoil the surprise. She texted me her address- which happened to be two giant city blocks down! So, I turned around, threw my purse around my chest and started running- in my party attire and all! Thank goodness I was wearing flats!

All of a sudden, out of the clear blue, this woman in a white SUV stops. She rolls down her window, and waves her arms in the air as she yells out, “Hey! I am a girl and I won’t hurt you, but you look like you might need a lift. Would you like a ride?” I thought to myself, “This is unbelievable! It’s like an angel just fell right out of the sky or rolled up in a white Cadillac Escalade rather.  What was this woman thinking picking up a girl running down Doheny at 9:30 pm?” I yelled back, “Oh my goodness! Where did you come from? I would really appreciate the lift! I am late to my best friend’s surprise birthday party and I think I might ruin it!” She says to me as I am getting in, “Just mind the baby food on the floor board.” I look down and see what looks to be mashed carrots with a little spoon inside a plastic container. So, not only is this woman a mother, probably exhausted from her day, but she is still willing to help a total stranger like myself! Unbelievable!   She asked me a few questions and the whole time, I just kept profusely thanking her. I finally asked her, “What in the world would make you stop to help me? I just have to know.” She said, “Oh! I have been in your shoes a time or two and wished that someone would just stop and help me out! Just once. But no one ever did and I thought, I am going to help this girl out!” Before I knew, I was sitting in front of the correct address and it was time to get out. I said, “What is your name at least?” She answered back, “Marie.” I shook her hand and thanked her again and just couldn’t get over how kind and trusting she had been. It made me believe in people again- not that I had lost faith in them at all, but being back in the city has been a big adjustment, and simple kindnesses that are so regularly forgotten here, are truly appreciated when they drop out of the clear blue sky as they did that night. So, give people a chance guys, this world is full of really nice people everywhere, and don’t lose faith in your fellow man. Just thought I would share my experience with you guys. And Marie, if you are reading this, thank you again!

Just thought in the spirit of the holiday, everyone could use a little reality to get them into the spirit!

Have a wonderful day!

Abby Fender- Your Bargain Buddy and Personal Shopping Material Girl All In One!

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