Background; Me—White, Male, Agnostic, primarily votes Republican Primary Job—Supervisor at a medical device manufacturer (with 75 direct reports). Secondary job—Gunsmith at a local gun shop. Recently I was in a motorcycle accident which resulted in me having a shattered Tibia and a detached ACL. I have been sitting on my butt for the past 18 days and it is doubtful I will be back to work for at least another month, although the doctor has told my work January 19th (104 more days) is my return date. Since the accident I have received phone calls and visits from friends, family, and co-workers. Yesterday was the best one. I received a phone call from one of my sub-leaders at my primary job. He is African and a Muslim. He has at least 2 children and a wife and has had his fair share of financial difficulties the last year. His last name is Mohamed. Mr. Mohamed called me to let me know how things are going and cover his concerns. He then wishes me well and begins to offer to help me if I need anything. He then says that although he has had a tough time financially he does have $100 I can have if I need it and he can try to get more. Now, I have never asked any of my friends or family for money in decades but I was shocked and couldn't help but smile. I declined, but I can’t help but think that if there is a higher power there is a special place for Mr. Mohamed.