This afternoon, as I hurried down the grocery store aisles, a soft voice broke through the noise: “Ma’am, do you need some help?”
I turned to see a young man gently guiding an elderly woman, helping her navigate the endless rows of choices. No one had asked him—he simply noticed, and acted.
I’d walked right past her without a second thought, but he stopped, offered his time, and treated her with such quiet respect. Someone nearby snapped a photo of the moment, but it’s the kind of story that rarely makes the news.
In a world that often shouts about anger and division, it’s these quiet, uncelebrated acts of kindness that truly hold us together. They remind us that goodness is still here—if we take the time to see it.
That young man made me want to slow my steps, open my eyes, and be ready to help—not for applause, but simply because it’s the right thing to do. Kindness doesn’t ask for attention—it only asks for a willing heart.