During finals week I was waiting in the icy snow for the Binghamton bus which was running way way behind schedule. It was freezing and I was struggling against the heavy winds to keep my large portfolio filled with my precious artwork from blowing away. I was on my way to campus for my final portfolio review, something I certainly could not be late for.
As the minutes flew by, I knew this bus wasn't coming.
I felt stranded.
It seems as though it was out of nowhere, a white car appeared in front of me and the words questioning "you need a ride to campus?" slipped through the opening window. ASHER! MY WHITE KNIGHT!
In the mere minutes it took us to drive to campus, Asher asked me question after question about my work, the upcoming review, what I was doing for the break... He was genuinely interested in what his friends were up to and this was natural for him.
When he dropped me off, I thanked him profusely, told him he saved my life and then watched him drive away. I suddenly realized that he wasn't on his way to campus when he picked me up, he drove there only for me. I made it to my portfolio review right on time.
That was the last time I ever saw Asher. He rescued me.
My love and thoughts go out to his family.
Everyday when I stand at the bus stop I think of Asher.
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