My 85 year old grandfather walks to the mailbox everyday for exercise. (They have a LONG driveway WAY out in the country). He fell and could not get up one day. Two men on motorcycles happen to drive by and see him. They turned around and came back, helped him up, made sure he was ok, walked him back to the house and called my uncle to let him know what happened. They stayed with my grandfather until my uncle got there.

We have no idea who these motorcyclists were. They were just out sightseeing that afternoon. I will always be thankful for them!

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