A young man and woman across the room were obviously distraught.
When I finished eating, I approached and asked what was wrong.
They said that they were returning from Myrtle Beach, that someone had stolen the man's wallet there, and that they didn't have the money to buy gas enough to get home.
I asked if $50 would get them there. They said it would.
I gave them $50.
They asked for my name and address so they could repay me.
I said: "I don't want you to know who I am or to repay me. Just remember: There are more of us than there are of them."
So much for Myrtle Beach.