I was riding the subway and happened to be seated between two young guys.
The one on the right eyed the slightly grungy Band‑Aid on my thumb and said, “You should really change that, you know. You have to keep it clean.”
Then the one on my left said, “Here, I have one,” and pulled a fresh Band‑Aid out of his knapsack. “I keep them on me because I’m always hurting myself.”
Incredulous, I thanked him, changed my bandage, and got off at my stop feeling pretty good about people, life, and New York City.
There is kindness in this world everywhere.
And there is evil.
They take turns come to you.
You need to learn to see the good things hiding in all those tiny corner of your life.
