I've just returned from the grocery store, where the bagger asked me, "paper or plastic." I answered, "paper," because the walk from the car seems awfully long over snow and ice. It's easier on my arthritic fingers to hold a bag underneath than to let it hang on my cold hands. "I have a bit of a walk to the house," I told her.
As I was leaving, a woman I've never met approached me. "Are you walking home? she asked, "I can give you a ride." A simple act -- one I've done myself in the past -- but on a cold day it would have meant the world to someone without a car.
Random...kind...and action. So simple, yet so powerful.
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