Those Little Things Do Matter. A memory of mine from Kindergarten.
Sometimes when I give up hope for humanity I remember this act of kindness from when I was in Kindergarten. It was skate night at the local roller rink for my school, and my mom took me, and neither I nor my mom knew how to skate. Regardless my mom rented skates for the both of us.
While the other kids skated my mom and I walked along the wall helplessly. I fell a few times. Out of nowhere this older kid (maybe like a 5th grader, I'll never know) came over and he was trying to help me and my mom skate and we hooked arms and he helped the two of us around the rink.
And now as a middle aged man with kids of my own I still remember every once in a while the with happiness that night. And I have tried to do the same throughout my life and teach my kids.
Random 5th grader out there. I don't know what compelled you to help us that night rather than being with your friends, but you made a 5 year old kid and his mom happy that night. So thanks bro.