The first time I realized that I was definitely NOT dealing with the typical self-serving male narcissist I run across more often than not transformed a horrible situation into a case of the "warm fuzzies" I'll NEVER forget... not because it was a momentous occasion but because it was something I'd never experienced in my Life- & I've experienced quite a bit... it was the evening of a particularly long day during an even longer & more stressful week, & by the time dusk settled in my gas tank was below E & there was NO way I would be able to get myself & my baby back to the house we were staying at. I was exhausted & at a point that I felt as though I'd had enough of just about EVERYTHING. Brandon was tired, too, but somehow managed to catch a second wind as he told me to pull up to a gas pump at the station across the street & wait for him. Too drained to even argue I followed his directions. I didn't see him for the next ten minutes or so & right about the time I'd begun to give in to the creeping feeling of complete despair I'd been fighting off for hours... he popped up at my driver side window! In a matter of minutes he had somehow collected enough money to not only put gas in both of our cars but also for a pack of Marlboros to split between the two of us... Relieved & genuinely grateful I thanked him & started my car up to get back to the house and the baby tucked safely into bed. It may not sound like much- anyone can panhandle change in a gas station parking lot, right? The REAL question is, how many people would go to such extremes for the benefit of SOMEONE ELSE???