Not All Knights Wear Armor

Every Fairy Tale needs certain elements to make it work.
First, you need some sort of impossible situation or tragic event to put some poor damsel in distress. Check
A reluctant hero or dashing Prince will be needed next. Either option is acceptable. Check
A white steed is nice. Or... a white Camaro will do in a pinch. Check again
Armor is optional.

Your hero must be sent on some noble quest to save the day, restore peace, save a village, or some other equally challenging notion like saving the sanity of previously mentioned damsel. If he can make it appear that some sort of Divine intervention is also at work, well, that's even better. Words like "star crossed" or "nearly missed" make the story so much better and all the more amazing. If you catch a glimpse of the damsel looking at the hero with a profound sense of "where did you come from and how did you find me?" then it's just about perfect...

Little events leading up to the accident, circumstances surrounding the event itself, the fact that I asked that a near total stranger be one of the people sent to my apartment, added up to things in my mind that made no sense. The conversations that had taken place. This guy that came out of no where to make sure that I was being taken care of because he cared for his lost friend. It was like a tragic Fairy Tale. No evil Step-mother's needed.
Everything that was happening was beyond my comprehension. I wasn't looking for anything yet it was being thrown into my lap. I remember the Sunday after the funeral. We all went to church, my family and all the guys that were still staying at my parents house with me. I was struck by the fact that this person sitting next to me, that I had hardly known just days earlier, knew the words to the songs being sung. I don't know why that struck me as "attractive". It wasn't something that I think I would have normally noticed. He had come a long way from that first impression. He, as my parents would point out, was not someone that I would have dated in high school. In fact, I may not have even talked to him in high school. He was, though, someone that my parents would like. And were already starting to like.
This wonderful guy that had come out of nowhere was going to be gone in just a few weeks. He was getting out of the Navy and going back home. He was going to have to pick up the pace. Hero's working within a deadline can get creative. He called regularly and visited every weekend that he could. I went up to move out of my apartment, he was there. I went back to kind of say goodbye to all my friends the weekend that he left the Navy. He drove me back to my parents house and then planned to leave from there the next morning.
At least that was the plan as I knew it...