I just thought I would share with y’all something that happened to me one day when I was driving home from work.

There was a guy riding his Harley Davidson behind me. I didn’t think anything of it until I turned off the highway to head toward home and he turned off too. Then I turned into another street and he followed me again.

I was starting to feel a bit nervous especially when I turned into my own street and he followed me there too. I pulled into my driveway and he pulled up on the street in front of my house. I was feeling quite scared by then.

He was all dressed up in his bike gear and I wondered what was going on. He came up to me and said my indicator wasn’t working and he was concerned for me and wanted to make sure I got to my destination ok and knew about the problem so I could get them fixed.

I thanked him for his kindness and he got back on his bike and drive off. I learnt an important lesson that day not to be so quick to judge people.

He might have looked tough but he had a heart of gold.