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On a scooter trip in northwestern Thailand, we ran into big trouble. We were 13 kilometers from Ban Rak Thai when my scooter died in the mountains just before sunset. A short time later, two young scooter-driving Thai border guards stopped followed by a pick-up truck driven by a Thai couple. They heaved my dead scooter into the back of the pick-up and drove us into town.
The Thai couple didn’t speak English but stayed with us until we had a hotel and they were sure we would be OK. As they were leaving, I wanted to thank them for their random act of kindness and my friend suggested a gift – the sarong I bought earlier that day at the Long Neck tribal village. As I presented it to the woman, she hugged me with tears in her eyes. Without their kindness, we may have been stranded for the night.