He was waiting outside on a cold windy day. I had to unlock the door. He waited pleasantly while I found the key, twirled the latch round to the unlock position, let him enter and then relock the door behind him.
Meanwhile, he held the second entry door open for me, the same patient smile on his face.
I was stunned. My heart felt nourished and cared for.
It is sometimes the smallest gesture that conveys so much. No bravado. No indebtedness. Just genuine, old fashioned, 'ladies first', selfless gifts of kindness.
I shall bottle that memory and apply lavishly, perhaps as soon as tomorrow, when the world crowds in their unkindness.
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