A few years ago, such a lovely story happened to me. I drive on the HondaAccord (the brand of the car matters) along not the most well-equipped street in our city, rushed to decent speed and crashed into the car. The car so well jumped, landed and began to slow down gradually, until it got up at all as dug on the side. They arrived.  The first reaction - a, everything disappeared, everything broke, but then began to remember how someone told me that when the impact sensor was working, the fuel supply was blocked so that there was no fire after the accident. I get the instructions for operation, I find the section, the symptoms are similar. I read what to do next, something like "find a button under the console and press it." And to help the user a large image of the button. Thank you guys, what is a console? Well, blonde, not blonde, I don’t know what it is, I guess, of course, that’s somewhere under the appliances in the salon. I went and searched, there was nothing like that. Couldn’t the image of the button have been drawn along with this console? I call my husband, the phone is off. In other words trouble. I go out on the road, it starts to rain, I raise my hand calling for help to the brothers-car drivers. The cars are few, and everyone passes by.Suddenly a healthy jeep appears on the horizon. Very large and clearly not new, bought at the time as a symbol of "life succeeded". A sharp stop near me almost in the middle of the road, out of the car comes a dark man under two meters tall, with the figure and nose of the former fighter, but already had time to take a decent size of the stomach. Motherhood, in one word. At the harsh question, “What happened, mother?” I timidly extend the instructions to him, pointing my finger to the image of the button, and asking where to look for it. After carefully studying the text and image, without asking a single question, he sits on the front seat and by some miracle almost all leaves under the wheel all his 150 kg and 2 meters, something is out there, appears back with a calm: "Everything is okay, you can go." I drive the car and everything works. I was so struck by the lightning repair of my ashes that I appealed enthusiastically to the savior with a scream: “Thank you! You are a very good man!” Apparently, nobody called my savior good for a long time, he suddenly smiled like a child: "Well, so what, there was a thing here"... A good man checked out the oil for me, something there was still in the hood for a long time, gave a visit card for every chance and blessed for a seamless driving. I have been driving since then, and sometimes I remember that there are still such good people in the world. and :)