That's a truly lovely story. Sometimes I see only the bad in the world but there are a lot of good folk out there. Where I live hardly anyone talks to me, I have few friends and those who I thought were friends were far from it. If I could find a home like what I have here elsewhere, I would run tomorrow. Over Xmas I met some great people, so friendly and kind and lots of dogs. Some came up to talk to me and were very friendly. On travelling a lovely man offered to buy me coffee or drink, as he was getting one himself and even let me use his charger, although I had my own but it was awkward where sockets were. I think I've developed a tough skin now to horrible people and try to think of the good things in life, which are often the small things, like kind gestures! It's those things many lack.