On my Journey, I was on a ride to refill my endless stomach for beers. I saw an aged woman, hugging a pole by a busy intersection. She looked so scared I swear.

She was out feeding the Geese I guess, but she was lost getting home. I knew nothing better, other than to help this dear Woman. I walked her close to home, close enough that she remembered on her own.

She thanked me, gave me a kiss on the cheek. I said Bless you, and she said the same. I even kissed her hand goodbye.

True Story Man