My Christmas Story

I went to the beach for a few days with some friends and we were returning to spend the hollidays with our family. Yesterday at 2 pm, we run out of gas in the middle of nowhere, we were 50 KM away from the gas station. We felt really lucky when the motorcicle that was right behind us pulled over and offer to take one of us to buy gas in the next gas station. He had only one helmet and he gave it to my friend. He left all his bags with us to leave room for my friend and when they were ready they left. We waited for them like an hour, and it was really really hot out there, about 36 ºC.
When they came back with the gas, he drank a couple of mates with us and we all talked for a bit. He told us he was a baker. After a little while he said he had to leave. He took his bags and placed them in the back of the motorcycle. He came back to the care with a package for us: it was a traditional Pannetone. I think that we were all trying to hold our tears, this guys was not only helping us but giving us a christmas gift. We couldn´t express him how grateful we were. Of course he refused to take money for the gas he spent (but I sneaked some cash in his bag anyway).
His name was Hector. We love you Hector!
Merry Christmas to all of you