In the midst of the Great Depression, James “Jimmy” Braddock was wandering the streets, walking to get chosen for a job down the road for his family.

These times were especially rough, and you happened to bump into him. You were in a rush yourself. He stops and hesitates, taking a second glance at who bumped into him. His eyes widen when it wasn’t a jerk of a man picking on him.

“Excuse me, sorry. I’m in a rush,” Jimmy said, turning back to go on through the streets with a kind smile.