When I finally got my license, and wanted, on occasion, to borrow his car he always gladly gave it with a smile. It was a simple matter of asking for it, and it was yours to borrow.
One morning I desperately needed to go somewhere and asked Nosson for his car. However, to my dismay, he told me that he needed it that day and could not lend it out. To my surprise, when he saw how distraught I was, he offered to drive me. "If I can't give you my car, at least let me drive you," he said.
This exemplifies what Nosson was in my eyes. Whenever or wherever, he was always willing to go out of his way for another, although he was absolutely not obligated to do so.
It was not done in an ostentatious way, it was done quietly, without any need for fanfare.