I remember a time when someone was a good Samaritan to me. It was back in middle school during 7th grade. In one of the first miles I did as a 7th grader, I somehow lost balance and fell on the grass. Then, someone who was running stopped, helped me up, and asked me if I was okay. I said yes, then we both kept running until we finished the mile. I did not even know the guy and throughout middle school did not really get to know him. But that one time is one I can never forget. I felt better after he helped me up and he probably had a good feeling for helping me up.
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