A call for help . . .

Saturday Night
We parked in the Michael's parking lot on 5600 West 3100 South. As we walked away from our car, a white Honda approached us, inside was an older gentleman. He asked if we could help him. He told us he was a little confused and couldn't find his way home. He said he was a little disoriented. I walked over to his car, his passenger window was down. He said he lived in Kearns and asked if I knew where that was. He said he lived alone and there was really no one to call for directions. He was familiar with 5600 West but didn't know which way it lead to Kearns. I told him to turn left at the light on 5600 West and 3100 South and that would take home to Kearns. On second thought, I asked him if he would like to follow us and he was most appreciative. He said he lived on "Dewdrop" near the Wallmart in Kearns. We loaded up the car and were just about ready to pull out when I told Karl to ask him if he [Karl] could ride with him. He agreed that was probably a good idea.

My Car
On the way up [south] 5600 West toward Kearns, I had Willie call Haley to see if she could find "Dewdrop" so I would know the general direction of the man's home. No luck, so Haley called Chris to see if the street name was familiar to her Jefferson Junior High boundaries. Chris was familiar with the street and thought it might be northeast of the Wallmart on 5600 West and 6200 South (near Beehive Elementary). Sure enough, just past Jefferson Junior High, the man in the car [Karl with him] flashed his brights behind me, passed us up, and signaled to turn left.

The Man's Car
The older gentleman told Karl over and over again that he was only needing help, no weapon, no need to fear getting in a stranger's car. He told Karl that his wife is in the Bennion Care Center and he usually visited her during the day but had stayed to visit after dark. It seems his wife is suffering from alzheimers and her doctors don't think she has much time left. He explained that he is in his mid-eighties and has family in California. He told Karl how he had served in the military. He also told Karl he is a high priest in the Mormon church and active in his ward -- his name, Clarance Davis.

The End
The old gentleman pulled in his driveway and as the garage door opened I saw a very neat, clean, organized garage. There was a home-made ramp to the door to the house inside the garage. He and Karl got out of the car and walked toward my car -- Willie and I watched. The older gentleman came to my driver's side window, I held out my hand to introduce myself, he didn't let go. He was so very appreciative for the help. I asked him if he were a member of the Church and he said yes, so I told him a former Bishop was riding with him. He was very surprised and even more appreciative. He assured us he would be okay, finally let go of my hand, walked up the driveway, into his garage, closed the garage door, and we were on our way. Karl, Willie, and I shared our stories. We called Haley and reported in with her. Then we headed back to Michael's.

A Test?
I told Karl that his mom and dad were talking in heaven and his dad wanted to see just what kind of son Ardith had raised and what kind of daughter-in-law and grandson son he had. So, they arranged a good Samaritan service test -- I think we passed.