Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Warmth of Rainy Days

On the rainy Thursday afternoon, I picked up someone's wallet. On Friday my identity was exposed and I got thanked half to death by the fella who had dropped it. Let me be thick-skinned for awhile and say that this warmed my cold rainy day as much as it warmed his: for once, after all the cactus-thieves I dodged, all the bullies that I did not stand up to, and all the times I could have showed some kindness but did not, I know for sure I have done something right! I made someone's day better, and he made sure that I knew. O Gratitude, how profusely you melt the hearts of people.