What a lovely thread to gladden the heart.
Years ago when my son was only a few weeks old I decided to take him to show off to my work colleagues, a distance of about
11 miles. As a short cut I took the moor road (W Yorks) but it started to snow, and a snowstorm quickly developed and my car suddenly stopped on the carriageway.
Another car came along, luckily didn’t run into mine, chap jumped out lifted the bonnet, sprayed some stuff onto the engine, miraculously the car started again and off he drove. We could have been killed by something running into us, and he took a risk himself instead of driving past. I was so shocked I didn’t have time to thank him properly.