Last week, I had a really hard time managing all my work. I often forgot to eat meals, or sleep for than 3 hours a night because of how much work I had to do. My roommate noticed and knew that I love when the kitchen is very clean. So, she cleaned it one night by herself. It spoke to my love language of service.
Today it was raining out and I didn't drive to campus today, so my friend saw me walking on the side of the road and offered me a ride home.
This morning as I got out of my car and attempted to leave the parking garage, I saw a big line of cars zooming around the garage looking for a spot. However, a stranger stopped for me and allowed me to pass the line of cars so I could get to the exit stairs. If that person had not stopped, I would've been late.