Dear Editor,This past week, a friend and I set out on a motorcycle ride from Sunnyvale Texas to the Texas hill country. Although our destination was Leakey, TX, we planned our ride through San Saba to enjoy a little culture and countryside. As we rode into San Saba, we stopped in a parking lot across from what I recall was the A&B Grocery on Hwy 16. As we were discussing where in town to rest and warm up, we started up the bikes to look around town. I hit the start button and much to my surprise, my bike wouldn’t start. Our long-planned 1,000 mile bike tour was looking more like a 150 mile one-way ride. We were tinkering with the battery and starter when a young woman recognized we might be having mechanical problems. She pulled in the parking lot and asked if we needed help. We introduced ourselves and she introduced herself as “Donna”. Although we were stunned a couple of bikers were being helped by a young lady, but given our dilemma, we were very open-minded. She called her husband and within a few short moments, Jack Blossman arrived on scene ready-to-roll. He pulled up with a couple of his employees for “Blossman Exterminators” in San Saba.Within a short time and a few kind words, he had us back on the road. As this event could have easily cost us our Texas hill country vacation, I offered Jack and Donna a token of appreciation. Jack refused to accept any payment and handed me his “Christian Motorcycle Association” card. Jack said if I’m ever in the area to give him a call and his payment would be fulfilled if I attended church on Sunday. As we got back on the road and I was able to reflect, I was amazed by the humanity of what just occurred. What could have easily been a vacation gone wrong, ended in a great and successful vacation due to a little kindness and coordination between a wife and husband. Although this may not seem an earth-shattering story like we see in everyday economic and political headlines, it was quite an experience when you’ve lived in the big city for 50 years. It’s these acts of kindness and goodwill that help make life so enjoyable and we sometimes forget to recognize, value, and appreciate these experiences. Until we stop and really get to know rural America, we often forget the meaning and values of small-town living. My father and mother had this privilege and the good folks in San Saba do as well. Thanks Donna and Jack for getting us back on the road, and thanks for the memento….Wendell SmithSunnyvale, TX 75182