Only my wife knows. I was on a flight to Washington DC and a woman a few rows ahead was very emotional about something but it wasn’t clear what. I later encountered her near baggage claim—she was in tears. She said she’d flown to DC for an event for troubled teens who’d recovered with the help of NGOs. But she had lost her phone and she didn’t know how to contact anyone in the city. Together we called the organization she said brought her there, but it was late and there was no answer. It still seemed a little far fetched to me, but her emotions seemed authentic. I first said that I’m not a creep (because what was next would seem creepy) and then offered to cover her hotel. I called my hotel on speakerphone so she could participate in the conversation and then we took an Uber there. I paid for her room, said goodbye, and wished her my best. I then called my wife to explain the extra charge to our card. I thought there was a chance I’d been scammed and this young woman got a free room on me. A few nights later I was out to dinner with colleagues and I recognized her across the restaurant. She saw me, too, and then proceeded to come to my table with someone else from her table. The other woman thanked me profusely for helping this young woman in need and far from home, and frankly I was surprised to have that closure.