In the cutest voice, my 8-year-old daughter asked me to start recycling. I chuckled and asked, “Why?”
She replied, “So you can help me save the planet.”
I chuckled again and asked, “And why do you want to save the planet?”
Because that’s where I keep all my stuff,” she said.
I was desperately struggling on crutches with my broken leg, and a guy in a wheelchair saw me and offered to carry my backpack and books for me.
He helped me all the way across campus to my class, and as he was leaving, he said, “I hope you feel better soon.”
I was traveling in Kenya, and I met a refugee from Zimbabwe. He said he hadn’t eaten anything in over three days and looked extremely skinny and unhealthy. Then my friend offered him the rest of the sandwich he was eating. The first thing the man said was, “We can share it.”