I got sick in Japan. Like, really sick. Food poisoning or flu, I don't know, but I was miserable.
I was staying at a guesthouse, shared bathroom situation. Probably the worst place to be sick, but it was cheap.
The owner, this middle-aged guy who mostly kept to himself, noticed I hadn't left my room in two days.
He knocked on my door with a tray. Rice porridge, some pickled plums, tea, and medicine.
I tried to say I was fine, he just set the tray down inside my room and said "eat. You will feel better."
Came back every few hours to check on me. Brought more tea, refilled my water bottle, even brought me a better pillow.
I barely knew this guy. I only said hello when I checked in.
On the third day when I finally felt human again, I went to thank him and ask how much I owed for the food and medicine.
He waved it off. "You are a guest in my house. When guests are sick, I take care of them. This is normal."
I insisted on paying something. He thought about it and said "okay. When you are home and healthy, leave me a good review online. That is enough."
That's it. That's all he wanted.
I left him the best review I've ever written for anything. I wrote it in English and used Google Translate for the Japanese version too.
Months later he messaged me, just to say thank you for the review and ask if I was staying healthy.