This morning I parked my car in the pouring rain in front of building 644 for my meeting at building 645. It was as though a toddler had numbered the buildings. 644 was next to 756 which was next to 345. The rain began pelting harder as I searched. Finally, I saw a man in the distance ready to cross the road. I called out to him, he paused and I went to him and asked him if he knew where 645 was. He told me he didn't know, so walked back with me to his office, quite a distance away to look at a map. It's no big deal, I said as we walked, I don't want to inconvenience you,but he inisisted it was no trouble. Turned out it was between 144 and 987. Naturally! I delayed him 15 minutes. He could have said no. But he didn't. With the news filled with stories of harsh, depressing acts of depravity, it's small acts of kindness, which beg nothing in return that inspire me with hope and remind me of our humanity.
Remember there's no such thing as a small act of kindness. Every act creates a ripple with no logical end. --Scott Adam