Working in the healthcare field and wearing scrubs, there are times I was approached by strangers with questions that has something to do with being in that field. It feels good knowing that total strangers would trust me their questions associating me being in the field with the scrubs I'm wearing. But from time to time, there's this one time that whenever I think about being of help for someone, it still feels great just like when it happened that very same day.

I noticed an older man on his way back to his parked car as I pulled in in a gas station before heading home. He just finished speaking with the assigned employee. He glanced at me as well as his wife sitting in the passenger side as he walks back in their car. Clearly they weren't there to fill their car. And with the scrubs I was wearing, I somehow noticed that the wife is coaching his husband to asks me instead. The older man then asked me but with the distance, I could hardly hear him so I approached them closer. The man did the talking. He and his wife were on their way to visit someone at P. village but they were lost. He said they've been driving around and passing by the nearby hospital and it's just next to it but they just couldn't find the place. They were asking me on how to get there. I did give them turning directions on how to get there since it is so close in the gas station. They only have to drive straight and turn left and they'll find their destination. The older man nodded his head as acknowledgement and they both said their thank yous.

I was already on my way back in my car and the pair was just about to leave but somehow I was feeling it wasn't enough. Knowing how it feels being lost in an unknown place, and of the chances of still not being able to find the place although directions were given, I walked back to the older couple and offered them to follow me instead since it's just nearby. It is the retirement village they were looking for, and it happens to be where my bank is located. I know this way they will surely find the place.

It was about 2 or 3 minutes drive with a red stop light so it is that close on where the gas station is. Knowing that the couple got to their destination, I headed home. But it wasn't just a usual drive home. It was that good feeling inside that made the difference on my usual drive home. It felt great. And it still does until today whenever that day comes to mind. I somehow think I was destined to be of help that day. It was just a simple act of kindness. And with the many times I was helped or my family by total strangers, I know I've paid it forward. I've paid forward the act of kindness.