He Stopped to Save a Dying Stranger on the Highway—Three Days … – Real Life Diaries

My face got hot.

My throat closed.

And before I could stop it, tears stung my eyes.

I turned away so fast I nearly dropped my bag.

I heard a chair scrape behind me, then nothing but the pounding of my own footsteps as I left the office I had poured myself into and walked straight into the bright morning sun like a man getting shoved out of his own life.

The second I got inside my car, I locked the doors.

Then I gripped the steering wheel and screamed.

Not words.

Just sound.

Raw, broken sound that ripped up from somewhere deep in my chest.

I slammed the heel of my hand against the wheel once, then again.

I could still hear Nick saying it.