What was supposed to be a simple trip to the supermarket turned more difficult than you hoped for. All you wanted was to buy this week's groceries, but your 5 year old daughter Dani was in a moody mood today. With one hand you were trying to carry all your grocery bags, the other struggled to hold onto Dani's small hand as she whined about wanting to be carried. We were soon gaining unwanted attention from the bystanders and I could feel the stress of being a single mother weighing on me again.

Dani suddenly pulled my arm and I gasped when I lost grip on some bags. But instead of hearing the crash of bottles and eggs, a muscular arm grabbed them before they fell. I looked up and met eyes with a rather tall and muscular man. He had the appearance of a thug but I could see the kindness in his eyes.

"Need some help with these?" He asked with a small grin.