Having seen some of the worst events that can happen in a human's life — from house fires to fatal accidents — not much can actually shock me.

But a few months ago, as I drove to the end of my long driveway off a country road, I stopped my car, put it in park and simply stared ahead in stark amazement. I actually uttered the words, "I don't believe it."

To get to the fun part of this story, I need to go back a few days and let you know what preceded this amazing day.

You see, I live in the deep woods of Gilchrist County, not too far from the Santa Fe River.

On one particular morning this past December, I awoke to a cold, rainy day. For me, those are the absolute worst days when it comes to getting the kids ready for school and getting a baby ready for daycare.

In the woods, there is no pavement to keep your feet dry, and there is no overhang so you don't get wet. When you walk out my front door, you must dash off a porch and onto a wet lawn that can sometimes pool pockets of water. Of course, there are the trees overhead, sending nice showers of water onto your body whenever the wind blows.

When you throw in cold weather, everything is amplified. The rain is colder. The grass seems wetter, and you just can't seem to get dry.

On this particular day, I managed to get our then 7-month-old son into his carrier and into the car with minimal fuss. But I was still wet and had wet shoes. And, of course, the weather was cold, and my car needs about five minutes to warm up before you can turn on the heater.

I slowly began driving away from the house and down our long, tree-lined driveway. I knew that a lime rock road awaited me at the end of the driveway. With the rain having lasted all night long, I knew I was in store for more than a mile of slow driving down a dangerous, bumpy, slippery road that would leave my car partially white from wet lime rock.

But before I could start griping about the lime rock road, I could see that somebody had taken the corner too widely in front of my property and hit my mailbox. You could see the deep tire marks in the lime rock road where the person was going too fast, cut the corner too wide, then hit on their brakes but still sideswiped my mailbox hard enough to push over the 4-by-4 post holding up the mailbox.

The post was more than halfway over, and the mailbox itself was facing down, probably a foot from the ground.

"Great, just great," I said to myself, knowing that I had a repair job in store for me.

That afternoon, when I got home, my mailbox still laid nearly on its side, and I was amazed that our postal carrier somehow managed to put mail in it, most likely by opening the door, throwing the mail upwards, then closing the door quickly.

I had no time to fix my mailbox that day. The rain was still coming down, and I was in no mood to go dig a new hole, put in a new post and find a way to yank the mailbox off the old post and put it on a new one.

The next morning, the rain had let up and the cold wasn't as bitter. After putting the baby in the car, I took the long journey down our driveway and waited for our embarrassing mailbox to come into view.

It didn't.

I had to put the car in park to fully comprehend what I was seeing.

Sometime between 6 p.m. the night before and 7 a.m. the next morning, the person who had hit my mailbox came back and fixed everything.

They dug the hole again, put the post back in, banged the dents out of the mailbox and nailed it to the top of the post — all as if it was done brand new.

Except for the deep rut in the lime rock where the car's wide turn still was apparent, there was no other evidence that my mailbox had been damaged.

Amazing.

People with good consciences still do exist. I don't know who the person or persons was who hit and then repaired my mailbox, but I'd sure like to meet them. They're an example of what is right with this community.

The incident reminds me of somebody once saying how easy it is for people to do good deeds when they knew others are watching.

But a true test of greatness is doing good deeds when no one is watching.

And that's just what happened at the end of my driveway. Somebody braved rain, cold weather and a somewhat dangerous curve to right a wrong.

I salute them.