Hey Pandas, What Was One Time A Stranger Was Kind To You Unexpectedly?

It was a week or so before 9/11. I was a 20-something law school grad temping/looking for FT work in my new city of Boston. One cold, dark night, I found myself wandering - lost - in the North End, searching for the building where I had an appointment. An older gentleman - probably 50-something as I reflect - noticed me looking... well, lost... and walked slowly up to me and - noting that he wasn't trying to scare me and was a dad himself - asked if I needed assistance. Not only did he walk me to my appointment, as we went, he chatted me up and learned about my ongoing job search. He could have said "good luck with that" and left it there. Instead, he said, "Do you like to write?" I acknowledged it as one of my strengths. "Ok. I want you to remember two things...." and proceeded to say his first name and the name of a prominent publication. "I work there. You find me and get in touch, and I'll see what I can do." I did find him, learning he was an editor at said major publication (and several others). He stayed in touch and even offered a few interviews. While a match came elsewhere, I never forgot him. After 9/11, when so many of us were reaching out to friends and family near and far just... because... I shot him an email wishing him well. He responded within a day, sharing that his wife had been on one of the flights that departed Logan that fateful day for the west coast - thankfully, spared. After that, we lost touch and I've never been able to find him again, his name lost to me. But I'll never, ever forget his kindness and have done all I can to pay it forward.