One I remember was from maybe 2 years ago. I had gone to the city (about an hour away from home) with two friends of mine to go shopping and see a movie. As we were leaving the theatre, I had a panic attack and since I was the only one with a driver’s license I had to basically just ride it out until I was calm enough to drive without killing us. As I was sitting in my car, shaking and hyperventilating while my two friends kind of looked on helplessly, a woman came up to us and said she was a doctor and asked if I needed any help, medical or otherwise. There wasn’t anything she could do, but I really appreciated the gesture and it did make me feel calmer to know that there was someone knowledgeable around instead of my two dumb guy friends, bless their hearts. 
This thread is KILLING me! I’m sniffling and bawling like crazy, only because a teeny incident happened to me, just yesterday.
I am a full-time student (cosmetology) and not working. My SO works full time, but all of our money basically goes to bills to keep a roof over our heads, and our electric on. We watch free broadcast TV, and steal internet (i know, I know) We grocery shop when we can, and usually can only afford to get 3 or 4 days worth of food for the week, and are pretty much scrounging or just not eating the rest of the days, until he gets paid again.
Anyway, I had gotten a small tip from a client at school yesterday after a haircut. It was 3 dollars, but the first thought I had was “SWEET! Now I can run across to the AM/PM and get something to eat for lunch! AWESOME!” I was starving, and had never been that excited over three dollars, ever.
I grab a cheepie cheezeburger, a soda and a small bag of chips. In my excitement, I forgot to calculate the sales tax. The total was $3.67. The more I scrounged in my pockets for extra change (knowing there wasn’t any), the teary-er I and more frantic I got, and told the guy at the counter to take off the burger. I was just so frustrated at being so broke, and so hungry that I lost it in the middle of the store, complete with sobbing, runny mascara, and possibly a snot-bubble.
The guy behind the counter looked at me, smiled, took a dollar out of his own wallet, and popped the four dollars into the register. The only thing he said to me was “See you later, have a great day!”
I was so grateful, I cried all the way back to the breakroom at school.
Being broke (literally without a pot-to-piss-in) is the worst feeling ever. If I am EVER in a position to help someone out once we get back on our feet, I will. And I’ll never forget that guy at the store and his dollar.
Thanks, AM/PM Guy. I owe you a dollar.