I just recalled how when I first moved out of my ex's house to my own place I was moving furniture and hurt my back. So I was laying on a floor in a living room quietly crying from pain, I assumed no one would see me. This lady walked by my patio and saw me and went back to her place to bring me big jar or fruit juice. She didn't speak a word of English, she knocked on my screen and just gave me juice. I didn't want to take it but she insisted, she was just smiling and touching my hand. It brightened my day as it was good juice ( mango with something), later when I felt better I went to get her something but they moved out

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