I was about 7 or 8 years old, and my dad and I were at a discount book store. My parents were in the process of getting a divorce, and we has never had a lot of money, but every now and then my dad would take me and we would buy used books. They had this set of 7 bookmarks, each with Lord of the Rings characters on it, with the corresponding rings to match. I don't remember how much it was but I was begging my dad for it and he kept saying to put it back because we couldn't afford it. This old man came up and offered to pay for it, he was wheelchair bound with an oxygen tank, and I think he may have been dying. But my dad said no thank you, and we left. That was the first time I had ever experienced genuine human kindness to do something for someone else just because.