I once ran out of gas and got stuck in lakewood near a school. I put on my hazards and a kind crossing guard helped me push my car to the side of the rode. The 1st yid that passed by slowed down rolled down his window and offered to help. I gave him $10 to buy gasoline and a funnel for me and he drove off. The crossing guard looked at me and said, I wouldn’t have done that if I were you. You ain’t gonna see that guy again. I told him don’t you worry, he’ll be back. Unfortunately, his shift was just ending and he left shortly before the yid returned. But the point is the goyim cannot fathom such chessed we do one for another. Mi ki’amcha yisroel.
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