That reminded me of a story I read in Reader's Digest many (many-many) years ago, as one of their funny-true page filler bits.
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A station wagon with four nuns was returning from a trip into a not-very-good neighborhood when the car stalled at an intersection. The Sisters looked around, all they saw were rough looking guys on their motorcycles staring at them. The Sisters bent their heads and prayed.
One of the toughest looking in the bunch walked over and tapped on the driver's window. The sister rolled the window down a few inches.
"Hey, Sister, if you pop the hood, I think I can get this started again." She popped the hood.
The biker fiddled with something, then stuck his head up and said, "Ok, now start it up."
The engine started, and the biker slammed the hood back down.
"Oh, thank you, thank you!" the Sister said.
"That's ok, Sister," said the biker, "I ain't never been the answer to someone's prayer before."
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So you never know in what form help will be. Or how you might help someone else.
(For those too young to know, the nun had flooded the engine. The biker opened the butterfly valve on the carburetor to let more air in, and then the gas/air mixture was such that the engine could start. Oh, the good old days before fuel injected engines...)