[Hey, You!] Love In an Elevator

You were the gentleman who got on the elevator in the medical building in Newport Beach a couple of weeks ago with the bandage on his face. You looked concerned when an elderly, heavyset man got on the elevator with one crutch and couldn’t put weight on his possibly broken left leg. When he almost fell over, his wife screamed, and we both grabbed him. As everyone else (including a doctor) rushed off the elevator at the first floor, you stuck around and quickly organized a plan to bring the couple’s car to them, as the wife couldn’t drive, while I sat the very shaken gentleman down on a bench to wait. Thank you for doing the right thing.

Matt Bors

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