It's a workday afternoon, people getting home. Right as I stepped out of the bus, I saw a man on the ground on the street. My first idea was that he fell due to the ground being covered with ice and snow. As I approached him, a stench of alcohol arose. I helped him get up, but the man was wasted. At least he could show me where he was living, so, despite him falling down several times, I was able to get him home.
The message I told his wife to tell him was that he has to help three other people who are in need of help as much as he was. That's what paying it forward is all about.
And another thing, don't be arrogant pricks who walk by a person in need of help. One day it will be you who will be down. How will you feel when people will walk by you and, in stead of giving you a helping hand, laugh at you?