"Thank You"

I was in the car with mom earlier today as I was driving to return my brother's car. I saw a lady walking, or I must say barely walking.
She looks like she is in her late 50s, wearing a brown dress, carrying her black ethnic purse.
She seemed like she was moving from the side of the road to right in the center of the road. Her feet aren't straight and that kinda make her have some difficulties walking straight. The road was muddy too as it rained heavily earlier. I slowed down as I blew the horn softly to alert her of my car behind her. She didn't hear, so I drove a little left past her and felt to stop by her.

As I rolled down my window, I asked her where she was going. She couldn't hear me. I thought she might have problem with her hearing.
I then smiled at her, "Do you need a ride?"
She just smiled back at me.
"Where are you going?", I raised my voice a little bit so she could hear me.
"I'm going there", she replied.

"would you need a ride?" I said again.
Smiling at me, she nodded.
I directed her to the back seat and she got in the car.
I looked at her reflection in the mirror and I saw her sitting comfortably enough that she was digging her purse and forgetting to tell me where I should drop her. I asked her three times where she'd want me to drop her. She just told me to keep going straight.
I asked DAD what I should do. I felt He told me to just drive.
So I did.

After about 3-4 blocks, the lady finally said "This is my stop. I can cross from here."
I stopped, unlocked the door, turned and smiled at her. "Be careful ma'am".
She looked at me in the eye and said "thank you".

I drove on and looked in the mirror making sure she crossed the road safely.
"Thank you", says the voice in my heart.
And there I found myself smiling as I drove on.