Today my car just stopped in the middle of traffic and there I was by myself trying (an act of futility) to push it out of the road. It was broad daylight by the way, on the busiest street I know of, and this woman stopped to help me while noting how many men drove past us. I am the kind of person who wouldn't like to say she was right but she was, so I'll say it.. at least 10 cars passed me. If they were men or not isn't the point to me at least. About a minute after we started rocking the car up the curb two men did come out of nowhere to help push it up and off the road.. and while I thanked everyone for their help I still had what she said in my mind. I suppose if nobody helped me I could have possibly been hit by a car as I tried to get it up the curb since I'd never leave my car sitting there blocking traffic like that.
It's amazing the moments you aren't prepared for yet can't get by without some small kindness.. and do not know where it will come from, but you somehow do expect it to come. Why do we expect it will come? I know for me I like to always assume the best from everyone I meet but it made me appreciate the help I did get even more. Someone even stopped and gave me a ride for help after that and saved me about an hour, and I made sure to thank them profusely.
Not everyone acts the way we expect them to act. I need to remember that. And not take it to heart as much.