An absolutely true story: Ten years ago, I got lost and somehow ended up on a rural stretch of road in Colden, NY.
Initially stubborn about admitting that I was lost, I drove around in circles for awhile, thinking I'll get my bearings straightened out eventually. Only when the needle on my gas gauge touched "E", I had little choice but to seek help, and told myself first house I see I'll stop and ask someone for help.
After climbing a steep incline, I noticed a house on my left. Drove down into the steeped driveway, where several vehicles sat together a couple of first downs from the house. Knocked on the door, and guess who answers? I kid you not, No. 34, took me less than a few seconds to realize it was him out of uniform.
Stood there trying not to show I was Star-struck. Not only did he help me point old "Betsy" into the right direction, he took the time to honor my on the spot request for an autograph for my young kids.
A Class Act.
You always know a man's true colors when the cameras aren't rolling, and he has nothing to gain, yet conducts himself with class. Congratulations!, Mr. Thomas on the retirement of your jersey.