Once in college, I was driving back to school from Atlanta to Oxford, Miss. It was a rainy sunday night after Christmas break had ended. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, Alabama. This old guy stopped and inquired as to my trouble, brought me to his brother-in-law's house and these people spent the whole night fixing my car in their home garage. They didn't even know me! I have sent them a Christmas card every single year since then, and we have kept in touch that way, so that was a happy ending to a bad situation.