Earlier this week I got on the MAX in Beaverton to go to the Portland Art Museum. It was full and there were no open seats. A man who looked to be in his 40’s stood and offered me his. I am 75 and, although he didn’t know it, have back pain when I stand for too long.
This simple gesture reminded me how a small act of kindness can make such a difference in how I feel. I thought about it for the rest of the day. And still, several days later, I’m touched by this affirming act of being seen and acknowledged. We all want that.
Shared by Carol.
