As an out-of-towner spending the month of August in Asheville, I was amazed at the friendliness of the people and the welcoming atmosphere of the city.
And then the following event happened:
I was driving in town, turning from Hilliard Avenue onto Coxe Avenue or Asheland Avenue, when the person behind me laid on his horn, over and over. It both startled me and scared me.
The good part of this incident happened next. A young woman driving toward me with her car window down obviously saw my distress and called out to me, “I’m sorry that happened to you.”
To this woman, I say, “Thank you for your kindness. It meant the world to me in that moment. I will long remember you.”
And, by the way, I love Asheville and gratefully see this woman as representative of the majority of Ashevilleans.