Letter: The Good Samaritan

Her name is Ruth Hostetler, administrative assistant for Pitkin County’s Senior Services Department at Whitcomb Terrace.

She called to tell us she had picked up the black cloth bag I had inadvertently kicked out the door of the passenger side late yesterday afternoon outside a local bank. We got together at the Terrace for me to thank her abundantly.

You may first ask why I kicked a bag out of the car which contained our just picked up mail at the post office? When you’re 82, as I am, you may understand that you, too, may become bewitched, bothered and befuddled, as my wonderful wife describes me.

I realized when we returned home what I had done. Calls to the police department, a credit card company, the local bank and Carl’s, where we had gone next, were fruitless. Everyone was friendly and understanding. I was anxious, going to bed and waking up.

Hopefully, I’ll find a way to pass forward, as we now say, the caring and kindness Ruth showed to us. When I hung up the phone with Ruth, my wife said, “that’s why we live here.”

Hugh S. Glickstein