New Year’s Day, stopped for a red light. A car pulled up alongside me, parallel to my car, and motioned for me to roll down my window. At first, I was reluctant to roll down my window because the driver was a stranger, but…

I did. 

He said, “You have a glove on the roof of your car.” 

“Thank you,” I said.

I pulled over and got out of my car to retrieve the glove. I wondered where the other glove was. The glove on the roof was on its side, ready for the plunge, prepared to join its partner. I thought to myself, “What to do now?”

This pair of gloves was unique to me. From Paris, France, it is made of high-quality leather, soft, comfortable, intelligent, stylish, and with a genuine fur lining.

I was upset. I thought this was a loss I was not ready to accept. I felt foolish. I left my gloves on the roof of my car while was removing my coat to place it on the back seat of my car to be comfortable while driving. I completely forgot about my gloves. What do I do now?

I decided to retrace my tracks and go back along the streets that I had driven from that point where I learned that I had lost my glove. I drove slowly, my blinker lights on, in the direction I had come. After about three miles, I noticed something black in the middle of the road. I stopped. Sure enough, it was my right-hand glove in the middle of a heavy traffic fairway, Northern Boulevard, at 191st Street.

I stopped the car to retrieve my glove to the beeping of horns, yelling, and cursing; I picked up my glove, wiped it off, and drove my car to the side of the road. I was now filled a sense of surprise, exhilaration, gratitude, and accomplishment that I had persevered and found my glove.

As I sat in my car, I thought to myself, “A stranger was kind and caring. If this driver never let me know my glove was on the roof, I would have lost my gloves.”

Thanks to a stranger: What a fantastic way to start the new year, 2022.