That is awesome!
My junior year of college, I ran out of gas on a long stretch of deserted road in the pouring rain. (Totally not my fault, never had a problem with the gas gauge and thought I had a 1/4 of a tank left.) I called highway patrol and they said they would send someone out, but as soon as I got off the phone with them a man pulled up behind me and asked if I needed any help. I told him I was fine and that the police were on their way. He asked if I needed gas and again, I told him I was fine and the police were on their way. He said okay and drove off. Less than 15 minutes later he was back with a can full of gas. Again, told him the police were on their way and he finally said, "Hey, I know you're a young lady and you're not supposed to accept help from strangers, but if you're waiting on XYZ police dept, you'll be here for hours. You don't know me from Adam, so you shouldn't trust me, but I promise I'm here to help. Just stay in your car, I'll put the gas in your tank. It's not a lot, just enough to get you to the gas station." He followed me to the gas station and wouldn't let me help him or pay him back. When I got finished filling up he said, "You know, you probably should have had the police department on the phone while I was filling up your tank. You just can't trust anybody these days." I turned bright red. Because, I did have the police station on the phone with me the whole time he was there!
DH is a lot like the guy that helped me that day. Anytime we see someone stranded on the side of the road, DH wants to stop and help!