In the 70s, I asked to leave school early once, in The City, (aged 7 or 8). I was quite ill with some bug.
I queued for the bus in Fenchurch St, but it was a very hot day and the traffic jam and noise and fumes got to me and I went and curled up in a closed doorway.
A pin-striped, Bowler Hatted, Umbrella carrying man (mid 40s?), also queuing for the bus, spotted this, and came to ask if I was alright.
He was the only one out of a big bus queue who did so. The others continued scanning the road and the jam for their bus.
He hailed a Black cab and took me to my home, 2 miles or so, across London Bridge.
I knew about Stranger Danger, but was past caring, I really was ill.
He was nice as pie, and my Mum was so embarassed and full of thanks
He declined her offer of Taxi money, but must have given her some personal details.
My Mum sent a big, expensive Interflora Bouquet to him and his wife.
It must have been a right hassle for the guy, when all he wanted to do was get home himself.
But isn't that the way societies are supposed to work!
Very proud of my Mum doing the right things too.