When my son was ill and we were 200 miles from home, he was finally released late in the day. With our other child, and the ill one with a picc line still in, we were discharged.
On the way home, ina thunderstorm, in the dark, our car died in the midst of central nowhere. I called my friend Susan to have her call us a tow truck. She called back to say no tow truck, she had called her own sister, 40 miles from us, to pick us up and meet Susan halfway.
So this stranger arrives, IDs herself, tucks us into her truck – with food! — and we drive off and eventually meet Susan, who takes us the rest of the way home.
In the driveway, I am crying as DH carries the kids in. I try to tell her how thankful we are and she says “I know your heart” and kisses me on the head.
(Five years ago Susan died of cancer without ever telling any of us she was sick. It was quite a shock)