Good Turn on Waimea Canyon Road 

by Stacy Wilson
California, USA

In April of 2002, my 13-year-old daughter and I were vacationing in Hawaii on the island of Kauai. One day we formed a caravan with my aunt and uncle to try to find the outlook that would overlook Waimea Canyon. We had spent over an hour driving on a narrow, winding mountainous road.

I have no directional sense, so I had to pull over several times to confer with my aunt and uncle about which route to try next. I would stop my car, leaving my daughter in it, and walk over to their car. We would unfold our maps on the hood of the car, trying to figure out where we were and how to get to where we wanted to be.

At our last stop, we finally looked out at the spectacular view of the Waimea Canyon and took pictures in that fantastic spot. Then we checked our maps again, returned to our respective cars, and headed back down the mountain.

After a minute or two, I noticed a car in back of my aunt flashing his lights at her. I found out later that he was also honking his horn. We assumed he was another impatient driver, some of which had already managed to clearly convey their displeasure with tourists who didn’t want to drive the winding mountain roads at the speed of light. We ignored him.

However, the driver was trying to get my aunt’s attention because he had seen my little purse — which I had been using to hold down the maps — go flying from the hood of the car when we began driving away from the Waimea Canyon outlook point.

While we paused at a stop sign at the foot of the mountain, he jumped out of his car, ran up to mine, and told me that my purse had fallen onto the road two and a half miles back and everything had flown out of it.

Everything I had was in that little bag: my only cash (about $120), my only credit card, and my ONLY driver’s license! I was frantic, wondering how I would get on the plane to return to California without any photo identification.

I raced back up the mountain looking desperately for credit cards and receipts blowing in the wind. I finally saw a car on the other side of the road with its door open and my purse on the hood.

The driver was going through my things trying to find out how to contact me. He returned everything to me, cash and all, and told me he was an employee of NASA in Kauai. Knowing the kind of people these two were, I hope they read Heroic Stories and recognize themselves — so they know how grateful I still am for their help in such a stressful situation.

Originally published as HeroicStories #452 on Oct 13, 2003

2 thoughts on “Good Turn on Waimea Canyon Road ”

  1. Hawaiians are awesome that way. On our last trip there, we bought a painting at an open-air market; it was too big to fit in our luggage so we had them ship it. A couple of weeks after we got home, it still hadn’t arrived, and we didn’t know how to get in touch with the seller. We tried calling a number we looked up on the net, but it was a wrong number. However, the man who answered, after hearing why we were calling, took it upon himself to track down the right number for us, and called us back with it! We were then able to contact the seller and get a tracking number (from which we found that the package was being held at our local post office, which had not informed us it was there). We picked it up the next day.

    Anyway, we were absolutely amazed that some random guy who answered a wrong number was willing to go out of his way to help people all the way across the country find out what happened to their painting. Maybe living in paradise makes people friendlier? 🙂

  2. I so enjoy these stories. There is so much bad news bombarding us all the time that I sometimes get cynical. These stories help me to get back in a better frame of mind. THANK YOU, Heroic Stories.


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