In the 27 years I've been in the SCA I've seen a great many very kind acts; I 
haven't kept score.  But here's one that made a big impression on me:
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When I dislocated my shoulder at a tourney at Tufts in 1980, Aquel and 
Johanna drove me and Caryl to the HCHP clinic.  They waited with us while the 
clinic took an unconscionably long time confirming it really was dislocated.  
They kept Caryl company while I was wheeled away and put to sleep for half an 
hour, and gave us a ride back to the Buttery.  They didn't have to stay with 
us all that time - I obviously wasn't going to die, or anything - but they 
acted as though this was a perfectly natural way to spend the afternoon, and 
that there was absolutely nothing worth going back to the event for.
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While I won't say this was the kindest thing I've *ever* seen done in the 
SCA, it set a high standard I've tried to live up to ever since.
