This is the Moth Review Hour from PRX, and I'm Katherine Burns. This time, help me.

Stories of the times we cry out for help, or when it's offered when we didn't even

ask for it. And certainly, after this last year, all of us have had moments of needing

the little help. I remember one winter a while back. It was a freezing cold day in Brooklyn.

I'd taken my infant's son for a walk in spite of the huge piles of dirty snow that had

been left behind by a recent blizzard. I was carrying even one of those little pouches

that hang off your chest, and at one point, we ended up waiting more than 10 minutes to

cross the street, because cars were whizzing by through the slush, and I was scared about

crossing the icy road with my tiny baby. There was a man who was shoveling snow in front

of his house, and he watched us standing there freezing in the cold. Suddenly, he put

down his shovel, got into his car, started it up, and backed out of the driveway, blocking

traffic in both directions. He motioned from me to cross, and I did. I was so grateful.

After I reached the other side of the street, the man pulled back into the driveway, turned

off the car, got out, and kept shoveling. When I tried to thank him, he just shrugged.

And so, our first story of unexpected help, a woman who needed a little love after

getting out of a rocky marriage. She prefers to just go by her first name, Cherie. She

told this story at one of our open-mic story slams in Ann Arbor, a repartner with Michigan

Radio. Here's Cherie, live at the mall.

My story starts back in 2014, where I got blindsided by my now ex's addiction. To sum

up the marriage would probably be the one I would have taken a bullet for, ended up being

the one behind the gun. And so, during this whole process of divorce, he was going to crush

me. I mean, that was, it was going to happen the way he wanted, and how he wanted it.

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