Taking Kindness for Weakness
Yesterday at work I saw a guy with an old rickety van broken down on the street. I'm a nice guy and all, so I was ready to go out and give this guy a hand. He looked to be a bit older and people were walking by while he was apparently trying to parallel park his big rickety van while it was in neutral. It looked to be a painstaking process. He was going so slow. I wanted to be the hero. The American that swoops in and saves the day. I'm the guy that sees the world and wants to help it. Go on out there, Jon. Save him! But did I save him? Of course not. And not because I've become a Swede. No, that's not it at all. I still have a grasp on my friendly, southern, American side. The thing is, I've sworn off all vehicular assistance after this one incident: A few years back, I was working as a manager for FedEx in New Jersey. Part of my responsibilities was to make sure the drivers weren't leaving customers'...