A while back I was at a Dallas Stars hockey game, and we were standing down by the glass during warmups, when one of the players flicked a hockey puck over the glass to a little boy (players will often do that for the kids). He was grinning from ear to ear, but his little sister started crying because she wanted one too, and couldn't be consoled. I heard her father tell her that they will try to get one for her too.
A short time later, a puck deflected off of the goalie, and shot up into the netting above me, wedging itself between the net, and the glass. I had my camera tripod with me, and was just able to reach up, and pop the puck loose, and caught it when it dropped. I walked over to the little girl, and handed the puck to her. Her eyes lit up, she looked at her dad for approval to accept the puck, he nodded, and then she took it. Her parents were blown away (they were fans of the opposing team), they both thanked me, and the dad offered to buy me a beer. I declined, and told them it was no problem, I'm just glad she's happy (I hate to see kids unhappy). That puck didn't mean anything to me, but it meant a lot to her, and made their family happy.