On Sunday 30 May, the gearbox on my Land Rover seized several kilometers outside of Thabazimbi on the Ellisras road, at sunset.
As a woman travelling on her own I was understandably anxious. As daylight was rapidly fading, I opened the bonnet of my car, put on my hazard lights and stood next to the vehicle with my cell phone in hand, as an indication to passing motorists that I was in need of assistance.
After about 45 minutes of standing about in the freezing weather, being passed and ignored by numerous vehicles (including, I might add a convoy and then some of fellow Land Rover drivers), a kind man who was taking his silver Citi golf out for a test drive, stopped to assist me.
With the chaos of getting the car sorted out, all I got out of him was that his name was Dries and that he was a miner for Angloplats. I don’t know of any way of contacting this great human being, except via your newspaper, in the hope that he will read this letter. Dries sat with me for almost an hour while I waited for a tow truck to arrive, then drove me to a Guest House in town where he waited until I was safely checked in.
Dries – you are a rare gentleman and an individual from whom many so-called ‘men’ could learn a lesson. I truly believe that good deeds don’t go unnoticed and trust that the world will bring you all that your kind heart deserves.