Maybe it’s the good side of me trying to break on through. Or maybe, just maybe, I truly contain love for everyone. I saw a freshman crying hysterically in the bathroom at school. “these girls keep calling me a dork and making fun of me” she sobbed. I walked over, wrapped her in my arms and said “I know you have no clue who I am. But this will pass. Keep your head up, and remember to always be strong.” I was a stranger to her. But I was a stranger reaching out to her. Kindness is hard to come by. But when I get the chance, I make every effort to make that person happy. Like my Spanish field trip to the art museum in Chicago. I opened a door for a man in a wheel chair. He smiled gently and whispered “no good deed ever goes undone.” I smiled to myself as I walked away. Would anyone else open that door for that man if he didn’t ask? I read his body language, I didn’t need any words. That’s how I knew he needed me. Simplicity of actions can reveal more than an hour of small talk. I will continue to help others, and hold onto these good vibes that come from simply being kind.

Beautiful day