I was driving in Ft. Walton Bch around 1979 when my car just went dead. I was on busy Eglin Parkway. Now I had money and even roadside assistance but still needed to get my car out of the traffic.
After about 5 minutes a car stopped and the driver got out and helped me push the car to the median. He then drove me to my Sister’s house where I called my insurance company.
The only guy to stop (actually probably others would have also stopped but he was the first) was a Korean Southern Baptist Preacher.
Inside of thirty seconds a van pulled up behind me and a dozen teens spilled out. They asked if I needed help and I said yes. Three of the boys poked around under the hood, declared that it was beyond their skills and offered to call a tow truck.
While we were waiting for the truck to arrive they shared their sandwiches, pop and story with me. They were a local youth group and they had been having a prayer meeting when they were impressed that they were to get out and drive around until they found someone who needed help.
That someone apparently was me.