On my way to buy the Sunday paper, there was a sudden, loud, persistent noise on the passenger side of the car. I pulled into the Vineyard Haven post office lot, parked, and noted the destroyed rear tire. It was eight on Sunday morning.

As I walked toward the store, I was stopped by a young man in the outside post office line offering to help me with my tire. He did it beautifully, as if he does it dozens of times a day. He tried to refuse what I gave him.

“I like to help people,” he said.

Thank you, Lukas. A saint on Sunday morning.

Sofia Anthony

Oak Bluffs