Too Helpful

How often do you come across people who would go beyond their way to help you? They don't need anything in return or even expect a simple thank you. When their work is done, they pat themselves on the back and move on to someone else's rescue. I met one such person on a day that could have been termed horrid if you ignore the humour in it.
The day had dawned cloudy and gloomy but I had to leave the sanctuary of my home to attend an important lecture in college. Though not enthusiastic, I spent most of the day in my college where it continued to drizzle. Going back home was again a tedious job as I had drenched my shoes while walking through the cascading rains. Half wet under the unaccommodating umbrella I waited for about half an hour for the train to arrive and then decided to get an auto-rickshaw.
After five minutes of waving wildly in the rain I finally heaved a sigh of relief as an auto screeched to a halt in front of me. The driver was not wearing a uniform and he started the rickshaw without bothering to ask me my destination. I yelled over the noise of the pelting rains and gave him my address. He nodded once and then turned the meter on. On our way he stopped the rick once to chat with a man he recognized on the road.
The guy hitched a ride, sharing the driver’s seat in the front. I was thoroughly irritated but remained silent of course. The guy was dropped off at a short distance ahead where the rickshaw driver happily bid him a goodbye. The next stop was completely unexpected. A car had broken down and was parked at the side of the road. The rickshaw driver stopped to help the car driver restart his car. Fed up, I had no option but to wait. After giving a hearty push at the back of the car, it started with a vroom and off went the driver, profusely thanking my rickshaw driver.
He came back to the rick with a big grin on his face while I glared at him, which he did not seem to notice. 5 minutes from home, our second last stop was to buy some sweets at a sweet shop. He came out of the shop with that same irritating grin and unnecessarily told me that the sweets were for his kid who had come first in his class. He offered me one but I politely (At least I tried to be) refused. Shrugging, he sat on his seat and we at last reached home.
I paid him and without another backward glance, I walked away. The next day was Sunday so when the doorbell rang I lazily got up and sleepily made my way to the door. My watchman was standing there holding up my golden Titan watch for me. He said that a rickshaw driver had come early in the morning to drop it off.
Hmm... Though guilty of the way I had treated him the day before, I silently sent up a prayer to God to bless him with happiness and me with patience.