For every bad person there are 15 good people I've come up with a new blessing: For every bad person you encounter, I wish you 15 good ones. This is what happened to me last Thursday evening. I was coming out of the New Egypt IGA (it will always be called that in my house) with some ice cream and lottery tickets (my husband had a rough day at work again). I was going to be turning left out of the driveway. I looked right, and I heard this horrible noise. I looked left, and there was a black and white cat running circles in the road. It had just been hit. The driver never stopped and since I was focused on the cat, I never saw the vehicle that hit him. I threw my car into park and got out. I am an unemployed vet tech who has been properly vaccinated for the rabies virus, and because of that, I wanted to be the first and only person to touch this cat. I grabbed the cat and headed to the sidewalk. It looked as if he were hit in the head. Blood poured from his mouth and nose. Prognosis was not good. An emotional woman and a young man came over to help. The woman was cursing the person who just hit the cat. I agreed with her. The young man called 911 and stated it was not a human emergency. After a brief conversation, they said animal control was on its way. Shortly after, a police car puttered up and reaffirmed that someone would get there shortly. So we patiently waited. In that time, a stylist from Denise's Hair Salon came out with towels for us. The emotional woman had an appointment in the salon and left. The young man waited with me and cursed the driver who hit the cat. I agreed with him. He couldn't understand why people drive so fast through this downtown area. "It could have been a child," he said, "or an adult, or somebody's dog…" We watched as people sped by. Three ladies that the young man knew came over and waited with us. About two cars stopped to see if we needed help. Every once in a while our emotional friend popped out from the salon to see if we made any progress. More towels were brought out. One man from the fire station came by to see if we needed anything, including water to drink. After an hour of waiting for animal control (poor Mary Klink has a huge amount of ground to cover), the stylist from the salon called the Wrightstown Vet Clinic. They said if someone could get the cat there right away, they would take care of him. So I wrapped him up. I don't even think I said goodbye to the others. I set him on my lap and took him for his probably first and last car ride. I don't recommend holding an injured cat while driving a stick shift. There was someone waiting at the door when we got there. The vet examined him and confirmed what I already knew. The cat had major head trauma. He was humanely put to sleep. I hope that the person who hit this cat didn't do it on purpose. Maybe they were too scared to face what they did. Maybe they didn't care. However, because of this heartless act, I encountered at least 15 people who did have a heart. They cared enough to stop and offer help. If you stop into Denise's Hair Salon, say thank you. If you're at the Wrightstown Vet Clinic, say thank you. If you pass the New Egypt Fire House, say thank you. And to all of my "Thursday night tragedy" friends that I met (and I never did get your names), thank you. We all did the right thing. Sandra Isaac Cream Ridge section of Upper Freehold