Ray D'Arcy

He dashed over to the red Fiat 500, checked she was OK and then gave her verbal instructions.

They both commenced pushing her lovely, cute car across three lanes of traffic, two of which still had cars and trucks whizzing by at 60 to 70 kilometres per hour, all in a rush.

Hear it there?

The truck driver led the way with his teal paddy camp – don't know what that is – to try to navigate them safely.

I don't know how the story ended, as my lane of traffic was unblocked, so I proceeded with my journey.

The traffic news would suggest that they landed to the safety of the hard shoulder.

Everyone on the M50 is in a rush and already under duress over the traffic delays to that point of their own individual journey.

The kindness of this stranger, who I'm sure had his own tight deadlines to make, was commendable.

I'm only disappointed there was not more distinguishing features as to give feedback to his employers as to what an invaluable staff member they have.

I'm writing this email to commend him and hope that somehow this story makes its way back to his ears.

Keep it up.

Loving the pod.

Elaine.

Kill traffic sounds.

Thank you.

See, that's what makes the world go round.

A truck driver doing an L driver in a Fiat 500, a solid.

Now, I didn't know what a solid was.

I had to look it up.

I presumed it was a favour.