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.
I was leaving a restaurant where I had attended a manager’s meeting, me being the only conservative with a bunch of liberals. There was a young woman sitting outside that I took pity on and gave her a few bucks. I know she might have just spent it on drugs but I just wanted to give her a few bucks so I did. My liberal coworkers told me that was like feeding wildlife, and that if people like me didn’t help others then they would have no choice other than enlisting in government programs which is what they need to do. Go figure!