KINDNESS

At the Bethany YMCA where I work out in the pool three mornings a week, there was a little boy, maybe three years old, with his mother.  She was carrying a baby in one of those carry-seats, and all three of them were coming in the front doors as I was leaving.

I stood back while she came through.  Her little boy stood there and held the door open for me.  I thanked him with a smile, he smiled back.  My day became brighter and warmer.

Such a little thing, kindness.