While I was waiting to pull into my parking space tonight, a woman who looked familiar but who I couldn’t quite place walked up to the car and (re)introduced herself to me. It turns out she was the mother of student I recently tutored. By way of jogging my memory, she said: “You saved my son’s life in trigonometry last year.” I don’t think I can even claim that from a year and a half of being an EMS helicopter pilot.
It’s a good day to be a Jonathan Mack.