My wife, Lizzie, came home one day, giggling, and handed me a piece of paper, saying how much she loved the story on it. It read: “Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car.