When my Grandmother was in her 80s she wrote a series of stories for the local paper. They were about her childhood in the late 1800s.
One was about her first trip to Geneva, Alabama by ox cart. I want go to into details but she and her sister encountered kind strangers time after time. A couple of times they were rescued, not from anything life threatening but still fairly serious problems.
I was really struck by how kind people were back then. I guess there still are some like that but not as many.