Once I was eating alone on my birthday and a little girl at another table randomly turned around and asked me about myself and how old I was it was just the sweetest punch in the gut having a stranger ask about me of course I lost my composure. I wish the world didn't drive that love out of people.

It's a great thing to encounter good people. The comeraderie and ability to accept differences has been destroyed with the extremes. It breaks my heart every day