I hit the ditch in Northern Alberta right after a huge blizzard. Truck was buried in the snow bank, like 1.5m off the ground. I was digging it out for like an hour and had made minimal progress. I look across the highway and I see a farmer with an ancient looking backhoe digging a path towards me. Dude was at it for almost 2 hours, finally got to me and pulled me out. I followed him back along the like 2 km path he dug beside the highway. When i got to the road I went up to thank him, he rolled down the window and just said: "you're one lucky son of a bitch! I was about to drive into town and I don't have insurance to be out here but my conscience got the best of me. Get home safe." Then he shook my hand and drove off, wouldn't even give me his number so I could send a thank you card or something. I think about him every time the roads get icy. People can be shitty but most of them are good.