20+ years ago when I was 20ish years old, I was working carpentry outside in 110 degree heat every day. I didn’t have a car, so I’d walk 3 miles with my toolbag to work and back every day. One day this guy in a big ass pickup truck pulled over and asked if I wanted a ride. I gladly accepted. He told me he was a Christian and tries to live by Christianity, doing unto others and all that. He saw me the previous day and decided that since he had seen me twice, he’d give me a ride. It happened that he drove home from work every day at the same time that I walked home. So for the next two weeks he pulled over and offered me a ride every single day. We moved to a different job site at the end of the two weeks, but I’ve never forgotten that guy. Just a genuinely nice person. He never asked for anything in return, wasn’t creepy, and didn’t expect anything from me. I offered to give him some money for gas and he refused, saying he’d be driving that way anyways. Anyways, that’s a long story to illustrate that the post is correct. Somewhere out there there’s a person who remembers your kindness.