Kind angels

After picking Kieran up from the childcare centre, we walked towards the bus-stop. As we were walking about 200 odd metres away, 2 cars already passed us by (from the centre), then one car stopped. The driver (a daddy who came to pick his son up) drew the window down and asked if we would like a lift.

Wasn't he kind and sweet? He asked where we were heading, I replied and he gestured to send us there (which I later realised was a little further from his home). We hopped in and thanked him and his son, who is a K2 boy.

If I were driving today, I would also do what he did. Such people make your day, don't they?