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A stranger stopped to help the narrator and her mother when their car tire got a puncture on the highway. Though intimidating in appearance, he helped them change the tire in the rain without asking for anything in return. This kind act made a deep impression on the narrator and taught her not to judge people by their looks and about the selflessness of helping others in need.

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Write About A Stranger Who Left A Deep and Lasting Impression On You Because of His or Her Actions

A stranger stopped to help the narrator and her mother when their car tire got a puncture on the highway. Though intimidating in appearance, he helped them change the tire in the rain without asking for anything in return. This kind act made a deep impression on the narrator and taught her not to judge people by their looks and about the selflessness of helping others in need.

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Write about a stranger who left a deep and lasting

impression on you because of his or her actions.


He came, he saw, he helped. Then, he left without even telling us his name. To this day, I still
remember his face and mannerism vividly. How could I ever forget him and the kindness he
showed us?

It was during the March holidays and my mother and I were on our way to Malaysia to visit my
aunt. We were in high spirits and the mood was set for an enjoyable day. Unfortunately, halfway
through our road trip, one of our car tyres was punctured in the middle of the highway. As my
mother did not know how to change a car tyre, we had no choice but to seek help. For almost an
hour, we waved at every passing vehicle but no one slowed down, much less stopped. As if the
situation could not get any worse, the weather changed suddenly. Thunder rumbled and lightning
cracked open the ashen sky. Dark ominous clouds gathered overhead as rain threatened to fall.

“Where are all the helpful people! I can’t imagine being stranded here for hours!” I began to
whine.

Just then, a screech of brakes was heard.

A battered old truck stopped a few centimetres ahead of me and out came a towering man with
broad muscular shoulders and strong heavily-tattooed arms. His weather-beaten skin was as coarse
as an alligator’s and he had a pock-marked face that looked like a pimple plantation. His eyes
were so tiny that they were almost non-existent and his bulbous nose had the shape of a large
garlic clove. To put it plainly, he was ugly and formidable looking.

“Do you need help?” the intimidating stranger asked in a gruff voice.

An irrational fear overwhelmed me, causing my heart to palpitate so fast that it might just leap out
of my mouth. Instinctively, I moved behind my mother for protection.

“Ermh… yes please. Our tyre is punctured,” my mother muttered hesitatingly after what seemed
like eternity.

Without a word, the stranger walked back to his beat-up truck and took out a toolbox. Taking the
spare tyre from my mother, he flashed us an enigmatic smile and started work. We stood near him
uneasily, half thankful and half suspicious of his motives.

Minutes passed and a gentle drizzle began to drift down from the darkened sky. Heat was instantly
radiated from the ground as the light drizzle cooled the surroundings. My mother immediately told
me to get into the car while she took an umbrella to place over the stranger to prevent him from
getting wet. However, as the rain got heavier, my mother also came into the car at the stranger’s
bidding.

“It’s okay. There’s no point in you standing here and getting wet too,” he said, his coarse voice
muffled by the pelting rain.

For the next ten minutes or so, we sat silently in the car and watched the good Samaritan fix our
tyre. He was focused on the task even though the wind had grabbed the umbrella and he was
drenched to the skin.

When he was finally done, he simply knocked on the car window and said casually, “Your car is
good to go.”

Before we could utter a word of thanks, he turned around and hopped into his truck. Then he left
as quickly as he came. Just like that.
This mysterious man has left a deep and lasting impression on me because he has taught me two
valuable life lessons. Firstly, he has taught me not to judge a book by its cover. When I first saw
him, I instantly associated him with criminals. Nevertheless, he turned out to be the kindest person
I have ever met. Thanks to him, I no longer form an opinion about others just because of the way
they look. More importantly, he has taught me what it really means to help others. There are
people out there who are willing to help those in need without asking for anything in return. These
are the people who make the world a better place with their kindness and consideration. Although
our encounter was brief, I will never forget this memorable character who gave my mother and me
a helping hand and so much more.

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