I just witnessed the coolest thing ever. We were at Corner Bakery having lunch and there was a lady there I've seen around our area who I suspect is mentally ill--possibly bipolar--and not on meds. This lady is African American and sometimes is talking to herself, usually carrying a bag of some sort, and doesn't usually look scruffy or dirty like some homeless people--just off or odd--like you know something just isn't quite right with her. At CB, she went up, got in the line, but never ordered. She would go over by the drinks area, and then repeat the whole process. The workers behind the counter would then take the next person in line. This went on for several minutes. I don't know if she didn't have any money, couldn't read, or was just too ill to be able to complete the task.
Finally a man walked forward, asked her if she was hungry and if he could pay for her lunch. She said yes she was hungry but didn't seem to be able to figure out what to eat, so he helped her. He then paid for her meal, they took her name instead of giving her a number, and she wandered off toward the drinks area again. As he left, I thanked the man for his kindness and for doing something for her when no one else seemed to notice.
So cool. That man was my husband.