Austin

I was stranded on the shoulder with a flat tire and no jack. You pulled over in a red pickup, changed my tire in 10 minutes, and refused any money. You just said "pass it on." I think about your kindness all the time.

You were playing acoustic guitar near the big oak tree at Zilker Park last Sunday afternoon. You played "Fast Car" by Tracy Chapman and I sat on the grass listening for an hour. I wanted to tell you how talented you are but you left before I worked up the courage.