@dorriethomas6930 2 weeks ago "True story. 1984. My husband passed in a car accident. I was 23 w/3 babes (1,3, 5) with a broken shoulder. We were in Texas but we went to family in Ca. I needed to get birth certificates from downtown LA by bus, alone. A man gave me his seat, then sat beside me when that seat emptied. I was in a daze but he asked about my shoulder. I explained while keeping my eyes on the street names, afraid to miss the stop. He said he knew just where I was going and stopped the bus in time. He then helped me down, tucked my hand into his arm, and walked me properly to the county clerk office. He stood and watched until I finished walking in. I recognized John Ritter but was too overwhelmed in grief and such to react. Later, when he passed, his son said his Dad would ride the public buses as a hobby, to be with 'normal' people. His gentle kindness still warms my heart." 🤯☺️