It wasn’t precisely what the young hitchhiker wanted, but it was better than nothing. The unidentified hitchhiker’s thumb stuck hopefully in the air asking for a ride. As the day wore on his hand was growing red from the cold.
A shiny, red Corvette crept past the youth in the slow-moving traffic. As it passed the hitchhiker, the window on the passenger’s side of the car was rolled down and a pair of gloves flew out to the thumber. A God Provide
The young man put the gloves on, waved a thank you to the motorist, and continued his thumbing in the snowy 28-degree weather. But now with a pair of warm hands.
The best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your arm.