Some moments separate us from each other and some bring us together. Here’s one that drew me closer to someone who had been a stranger.
There were so many moments of beauty during this latest trip to Mexico. We rode the city bus most days. One time – and I think this is customary – I followed an old man, bent and wrinkled with time, and carrying a cane. As he slowly stepped down from the bus, he glanced behind him. Seeing me, he stopped and extended his hand to me. I grasped it, and our eyes met. “Gracias, senor.” He helped me down from the bus and smiled a mostly-toothless, all-gracious smile. Thank you for that kindness that even right now is making my eyes tear up. Thank you, sir, for that beautiful moment.
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