This is nothing more than a story that shows that there are still some very nice people left in this world. (Don't worry, it's tool related!)
Last week I was 350 miles from home at a competition with my daughter. Due to a difference in the interpretation of the rules between our team and the authors, my daughter's entry was deemed "illegal" at the initial inspection. We had 24 hours to fix it or she could not compete. (Said one official: "Look, we're not going to admit that we're wrong, but we agree that the wording could be clearer. We'll see what we can do about that for next year's competition, but for this year, fix it or she doesn't compete.")
Seeing how upset my daughter was, the crew chief of a competing team came over and said "I live 10 miles from here. Follow me home, use my shop and tools and we'll get this thing ready for tomorrow."
One of tools we needed was an angle grinder. His grinder was beat - the switch was broken, the cord was frayed, and the wheel was shot - but it got the job done. He even joked about the condition of the tool.
The next day, after passing inspection because of his help, I went out and bought him a new grinder. He was genuinely grateful - as was his wife! She told me later that whenever he pulled out that old grinder, she walked away and wouldn't watch.
As it turns out, they are headed in our direction in the fall and we've agreed to get together for dinner and some sight-seeing in my neck of the woods.
They could have stood back and watched us be eliminated before the competition even began (like the other teams did) but instead they stepped up and helped us out. They've got a new grinder and we've got some new friends.