I Stopped and Picked up a Man and His pregnant Wife on a Rainy Night in Seattle in 1977

I just figured out that I may be able to find out how this story ended after all these years.

I was southbound on I5 on a week night in the early autumn of 1977. Rain was pouring down and the interstate was awash. I was driving an orange, 1973 BMW tii when I saw a crazy man in the MIDDLE of I5 jumping up and down and waving his arms. I slowed down and stopped about 300 yards away from his stalled car.

He ran up to my window and shouted;

“my wife and I were going to the hospital, she is in labor and I ran out of gas can you take us the rest of the way!!!?”

He jumped in the back seat and I BACKED up along I5 in the DARK, in the RAIN about 300 yards. I got out and helped his wife into the car. Boy was she pissed! She was so pregnant that she could no longer bend at the waist. She put down her pillow and slowly got in. The guy sat in the back and YAMMERED the whole way to the hospital.

We got to the hospital and the women of the family closed around her and, in the arms and the care of other women, she vanished into the sliding doors of the hospital. I was left alone and forgotten under the porte-cochère with the rain still falling in sheets.

So if you were born on a rainy week night in the early fall of 1977 in Seattle, and your father ran out of gas on I5 taking your mom to the hospital, I am the dashing stranger who got you the last few miles into the care of your family.

You are 38 now and I am nearly 70. I have wondered about you a lot over the years. I almost feel like you are, in a small way, one of my own.

I would love to know how this story ended.

Source: ~  gnique – reddit

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