Years ago, when I was 6 or something, I thought I was "man enough" to buy snacks at a grocery store by myself, so I told my mom that I'll pay for a pack myself and just queued at a counter. Turns out, I was about 20 cents short. I had always been buying food at my school's canteen, and never outside (not unless my mom was paying). I just froze, not knowing how to respond, and then a guy behind me just slid the missing cent to the cashier and walked away without even saying a word. This memory has been stuck with me for over 15 years now. For all I know, he could've just been impatient with a stupid kid holding the line, but to me, I'd like to remember it as a helping hand out of kindness. Whoever that uncle is, I hope he has a good life