A noteable occurance

Walking home the other day, I was approached by a classic little-old Hungarian woman. Wrinkles abounded on her face, her hair was covered by a dull-colored scarf, except for a bun of hair, and she wore a sensible gray button-down dress that went down to her calves.
Now, minutes before I was meeting her, I was thinking to myself about how much I wanted to find volunteer work to do in Hungary, and I miss being in a community where I feel like I am helping someone that's not work related. This is the first time since I was in junior high that I am not volunteering for one agency or another.
So, while I am immersed in this inner-dialog, this pleasant lady comes up to me on a busy street corner right by a tram stop. She begins speaking quickly in Hungarian to me, which sounds like a melodic trill to me - seeing as how I can't make out many words yet. I answer with one of the few phrases I've mastered, which means, "I don't speak Hungarian. Do you speak English?" But, she completely ignores me, grabs my arm, points across the street, and continues speaking. This is when I realize she can't see well, and she is looking for assistance in crossing the street. So, of course I walk her across and she smiles, says thank you, and walks away.
Now, as I walked home, I just had to chuckle. Here I was, thinking that I need to find more altruistic outlets, and then I perform the most stereotypical good deed possible, usually attributed to polite Boy Scouts (meant with all due respect to the wonderful Boy Scouts in my life): walking an old lady across the street. Just a good natured situation to remind me that things work themselves out.