Stranger on street

While smoking outside Brompton Guest House, A stranger came towards me asked for some smoke, I didn't carry the packets with me so I asked him to wait there while I went upstairs to fetch the pack.
The man was from zambia as he told me, I didn't ask his name neither did he asked me mine,I gave him the pack and match box.
He rolled one for himself and I rolled one for me, we shared a bit about weather.The man said "God bless you" and I felt as if the bliss actually poured from above, the words were so mallow and so honeslty said that they seemed coming from above.
There was distinct clarity in his eyes and as I tried to look into them I felt the vast depth behind them, it was a nice experience sharing a roll with him, He shook hands and went downroad and seemingly disappeared, A similar experience I had some 12 years ago but that time I missed the oppertunity to stop and share a word with the stranger, when i looked back after going some 15 feet he was no where , and I didn't forgive myself for not stopping for a moment.
This time I am glad I did, may be you have other openion about it but as far I am concerned stopping for a moment for someone in need is worth.