I shivered as I walk down the street
in my heaviest winter coat.
My teeth chattered noisily as I walked past
a young man in a wool coat.
Not thinking, I rushed past him,
but he took my hand.
Stopping dead in my tracks,
I gave him a dumbfounded look.
He asked, "May I escort you to your destination?"
Too awestruck by the man's question, I choked out a "sure."
I didn't even know this man, yet I realized something.
Chivalry is not dead and neither am I.