I'm not sure if this really, I don't know, significant enough to post, but I kind of wanted to share here. I hope it's appropriate. Several months ago, I was on one of my daily walks. I ended up tripping and scraping my hands and knees pretty bad. I couldn't get up for several minutes because my hands stung too much (I kind of propped my self up with my wrists). Eventually a car drove by and stopped next to me after I started getting up. There were three women and they asked me if I was alright. I told them that I tripped and showed them my hands. They gave me band-aids and some kind of anti-infection cream. They offered me a ride home, but I declined (they seemed nice, but I refuse to go into a stranger's car). It was a painful walk, but I felt better. My grandma helped me clean up my wounds and got bandaged up. I don't leave my neighborhood, so it wasn't that long of a walk back home. Sure, they didn't save my life or anything, but I'm still very grateful. I still feel happy thinking back on it.