Jerry was driving home late one night when he saw a young lady
waiting by a bus stop. He stopped his car and told her that he didn't think any buses were running so
late at night and offered her a ride. The fall night air was getting chilly, so he took off his jacket and gave it to her.
Jerry found out that the girl's name was Mary and she was on her way home.
After
an hour's drive, they arrived at her home and he dropped her off by the front door. Jerry said goodnight and went home himself.
The next day he remembered that Mary still had his jacket. He drove to her house and knocked on the door, an old
woman answered. John told
her about the ride he had given her daughter Mary, and had come back to get the jacket he had lent her. The old woman looked
very confused. John noticed
a picture of Mary on the fireplace mantel. He pointed to it and told the old woman that that was the girl he had given a ride
to.
With her voice shaking, the old woman told Jerry that her daughter had been dead for many
years and was buried in a cemetery about an hour's drive away from there.
Jerry ran to his car and drove to the cemetery.
He found his jacket, neatly folded on top of a grave. The name on the
gravestone was Mary!
