You and your brother were playing basketball at the park. My son, who's 2 years old, asked to play with you. You not only welcomed him into your game, but you figured out a way to lower the hoop so he could have a better chance at making a basket. You let him keep the smaller of the two basketballs that you brought with you. You're only 9 years old yourself, but when you offered the ball to my son, you told me: "I've outgrown it."
Your car and my car hit the same 2x4 that was sticking out from the shoulder. It blew my tire and misaligned my whole front end. After sweating in the heat to change your own tire, you came over to help me with mine. You waved away my thanks and carefully showed my 4 year old what you were doing, explaining along the way to each of his questions. You not only helped me get back on the road, you helped me teach my son a valuable lesson.
You came around from behind the counter into the self-service section. You handled the documents that I was photocopying so carefully, even though you had no idea what the documents were or how much they meant to me. You even redid a few copies when you thought we could get better quality. Your care and attention mattered more than you know.