We went hiking near Oceanside at the US West Coast (I think it's Oregon). As usual in my holidays it was raining cats and dogs and we were really wet. It was early in the year and the paths were dirty and we slid as we had lost our way. When we finally came to our car (had been talking for about one hour about wram showers etc) we found out that we had left the key in the car. Nobody else on the d*** parking lot in the middle of nowhere.
Then a Cadillac (big one) drove in. New York people, rich looking, elderly. We had to talk to them and they took 2 dirty foreigners speaking bad American in their clean car and drove 30 miles in the direction in which they not wanted to go but where the town was that was more likely to have a garage.

The owner of the garage was not there. But his 16 year old son drove back with us in his big SUV, together with his girlfriend. At our car, he phoned his father on the cellphone who helped him to use the gear to open it (kind of remote control ). Then we had our key again. For the boy driving 60 miles and opening our car I paid 45 US $ (seemed very cheap to me).

Of course the New Yorkers were the real Samaritans but all of that story gave me some confidence in humanity

Another person I have to mention shortly is Sherry from Budget Cars in Prince Rupert who helped us after we had ruined the 6 cylinders in Skeena River high water. A very good story but too long for now