One day, my dad and I were hanging out and talking about my day. As we were talking, we saw a little girl crying with her bike. We see her fairly often, as she likes to ride her bike around the block. So, we walked up to her and asked what happened. She said that she had crashed. She had fallen off of her bike and scratched up her knee. We helped her into my dad's truck and drove her over to her house. When we arrived, we went up to her door and told her older sister what happened. It made us feel really good to be able to help her.