A Warm Hand on a Cold Day

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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.

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