I just received a copy of a letter which my 89 year old father wrote and sent in to our local newspaper. It's rather heartwarming so I thought I'd share it. "My sincere thanks to the Kind Gentleman who paid for my petrol at Sainsburys on Thursday 13th. Into my 90th year, no excuse, I only realised that I had forgotten my wallet on entering the kiosk to pay. Feeling more foolish than embarrassed I tried explaining the situation to the cashier, who gave me a "knowing" look ! A tall gentleman standing close by suddenly extended his hand to the cashier saying "I will pay for the man's petrol". Astonished by this offer I thanked the gentleman saying that I would leave my name and address to resolve the matter, to which he replied "No need to do that, I am quite able and it would be my pleasure". At this juncture the gentleman asked me where I came from, I replied saying Monifieth, but that I had spent many years in India. He beamed saying that he was a Sikh and had spent some time in that country ; we then chatted in Hindi and I advised him that I had, many years ago, a number of close Sikh friends. (The cashier was, by this time, wearing a perplexed expression). The kindly gentleman then advised me that he had recently moved into a family house nearby and that our Meeting must be something more than by "chance". I replied saying that among my old Sikh friends, one must have sensed my plight and planned your Kind assistance ! "