Procrastination man - Part 2

Two weeks ago, I started a series on Good Samaritan stories, and I asked you to email your stories. The plan is to make this a fortnightly series. Here's one I received.

When I was about 6, I was in a newsagents with my mum and younger brother. My brother’s severely autistic, and used to throw really bad tantrums when he didn’t get his way. So there we were in the shop, and my brother grabbed a packet of crisps. Unfortunately when my mum went to pay for them, she realised at that point that she’d left her purse at home. My brother would not put the crisps down and was starting to cry, I was still too young to be sent home to get the purse, and the shopkeeper was getting more annoyed. A random man came up to the counter and just paid for them, no fuss made. “My brother’s like that,” was all he said before leaving. That really stuck with me.

Don't forget to send your stories to goodsamaritanstories at gmail.com

The BBC recently put up a very great feature. Not shattering revelations, not a grand piece about ethics or politics - just a story; and not one involving a celebrity. The story told by a simple guy of how a good person went out of his way to help him. Something in that story is both heart-warming and tear-jerking. I'll let you read it: A real Good Samaritan
This was followed by readers emailing in some of their own good samaritan stories, a selection of which can be found here.
It is such a pleasure to read these stories I thought I'd try and make it a regular (monthly? weekly? depending on how many you send!) feature on this blog, so email in your stories to goodsamaritanstories at gmail.com
There's been a fair few times people have been exceptionally good to me, but the one that I hold dearest of all is the following:

Back in 2008, I was feeling very much down, partially because I was missing England so much. One night, I got a phone call from an awesome guy called Ben, who got the whole choir to sing my favourite song. Over the phone - during an international phone call.
I had very good friends in the choir and while I knew Ben, he wasn't a close friend, so this was very much unexpected and lovely. To this date, this is the single fondest memory I have. So thank you again to Ben and to everyone in Rev.