My Musings this week told the story of two strangers who helped me, more than twenty-three years ago. There have been so many along the way. Without the gentle moment when a stranger stops to offer a hand, when a voice calls to me across a store asking if I need assistance, when the car pulls behind me not with threat but with guidance — without these acts of kindness, I would be truly bereft.
If you have not read my Musings today, and would like to do so, you can find them here.
Merry Christmas week, everyone. I am grateful to all of you, and to the angels among us who work without tiring, to make our lives rich, full, and possible.