I was on holiday in Thailand with my mum and sister. We were leaving the restaurant after dinner one night, and my sister pulled the wrong handle trying to 'walk' her rented moped in the right direction before getting on it, and in a very quick and confusing manoeuvre, she fell over and the moped landed on top of her. She was badly cut and scratched because it was a dirty gravel road, and obviously hurt from the moped falling on her.
Within seconds, there were about ten Thai people around us, helping my sister up, moving our mopeds to a safe spot, getting water for my sister, that kind of thing. The kindest thing I remember was the lady who used a special balm to massage the worst hurt areas of my sister's legs, she was so gentle and reassuring, she must have sat with us for at least half an hour. She insisted on giving us the tub of balm to take home.
These strangers then called for one of their friends to drive my sister back to our holiday apartment, because she couldn't ride the moped. My mum and I had to ride our mopeds back (about a ten minute journey), so my sister went in the car alone with this guy they called. They also called someone else to ride my sister's moped back for us.
It wasn't really until we were half way home that I realised how dangerous it was to send my sister off on her own, especially as she was dazed and confused. I panicked myself into a frenzy when the guy's car disappeared down some side road.
When we got back to the apartment, he was sitting in the car outside the apartment, having safely delivered my sister inside, but insisted on waiting for my mum and I to get home, because he didn't want to leave my sister completely unattended, but he also refused to stay in the apartment with her because he knew that might make her uncomfortable.
We took a few boxes of chocolates to the restaurant the next day, and tried to ask them to give them to the other people who had helped, but they were very confused as to why we should be giving them presents. It was as if we were part of their community, not some silly foreigners causing chaos.
This was all from people we'd never met, and knew we'd never see again. People who had very limited English, and who had very little money. I was truly touched.
P.S. Massaging that balm in to the cuts and bruises really made such a difference, my sister was only a bit stiff the next day, not in a fraction of the amount of pain she should have been.