A simple act of kindness
On what was just a regular, cold Friday morning in an icy train station, I witnessed something that brought a tear to my eye. It’s not everyday that you get to feel the best of humanity in train stations. After all, it is the place where people rush from one end to the other, where they quickly buy a breakfast/lunch/snack and where they wait with impatience for their often delayed mode of transportation.
It was a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of moment. Right as I walked out into the main hall on my way to my next connection, I saw a young woman deposit something next to a sleeping homeless man. I was curious and I wondered if she had put some money there. Instead, I saw a sandwich nestled between the bench he was sleeping on and his blanket. What made this moment so touching to me was that it was done anonymously, that it was not about recognition, but to help a vulnerable person and make his life just a tad more bearable.
This made me reflect on how it really is the smallest thing that can make a difference. I can’t help but wonder about all the other little acts of kindness that happen every day and go unnoticed. And what a gift it is when you get to witness them.