Well, it wasn't today, but here's a recent random act of kindness from a stranger:

Monday this week I left work early on account of some unrelenting digestive cramps. Knowing that foul weather was coming, I stopped at the grocery store to lay in a couple supplies. In the parking lot, a down-and-outer approached me and clearly had something to say to me. I thought he was going to ask me for a hand-out. Instead, he asked, "You work downtown, don't you?"

"I do," I said, feeling suspicious.

"I've seen you down there, and I have to say you are the sharpest dresser there is." Of course, I have to presume he was talking about my suits and not my kilts.

"Well, thank you for saying so!" I said, loading my sacks into the trunk, now feeling foolish for jumping to conclusions.

Regards,
Rex.