He really did look like a tourist, with a camera around his neck and a bottle of sunscreen sticking out of his bag. The strong man sat at the table, drinking lemon juice and pretending to look at travel brochure（小册子）. His sunglasses masked his eyes, but I knew he wasn't looking at the brochure: he hadn't turned a page for the last ten minutes.
As I brought him his dishes, he coughed up a "thank you" and looked at me briefly.
I tried not to stare at the tiny scar（伤疤）across his left eyebrow. I walked back inside. shaking my head. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite recognize him. Then it hit me. In the car accident one year ago, the mysterious（神秘的）stranger helped me out of my smashed car, just before it exploded. I rushed back to his table. He was gone.
I moved his plate and found his tip, along with a card: I am deeply indebted to you. The night of your car accident, I was on my way to robbing a jewelry store. Saving your life brought things back in perspective（观点）. I now live an honest life, thanks to you. God bless you! Mr. D.
I was stunned. The night of my car accident. I was heading for an interview in a shady dance club. Seeing human kindness through his heroic gesture turned my life around and brought faith back into my life.
I unfolded the tip he left. Among the singles was a grand with a pen mark underlining "In God We Trust". I said a silent prayer for him and got back to work, smiling.
