“I don’t want to be on Facebook. I don’t want to make this post. I don’t really want to be talking to the public ... but I’m going to–and here’s why,” Quintin Conway says tearfully earlier last month.
He was having a rough morning and said he was really feeling sorry for himself.
Quintin was running errands, leaving a store in Liberty, Missouri; he just finished one of the things on his to-do list. As he was leaving the parking lot, he drove past a lady in a car.
The woman who was probably in her 60s, according to Quintin, was “sitting in her car reading, and she was bald.”
He suddenly had an urge to turn back around, and buy her some flowers at a local store.
“So I turn around, go back into the store–and mind you, I am cranky, I’m in a hurry–and I buy these flowers.”
He then walked up to the woman car and say to her, “I don’t know you, this is weird, but I’ve been having a stupid morning feeling sorry for myself and I had this crazy urge to bring you flowers.
