Would you be willing to?

You are not alone. rather than tell you about my acts, I will share what makes me more proud. The other day I watched my daughter help a man who had just lost an armload of paper on a breezy day at the library steps. People, rather than stopping to help, looked at her as if she must have somehow been the cause of him dropping all his papers. I felt very proud at that moment, but also a little sad that no one else stopped to help the poor guy.