Acts Of Kindness

I never knew his name. But for a few minutes, he became my favorite person in the world.

The young man was just another face among hundreds to me. Nothing special there at all. I didn't even notice him as I got on the train, making my way home through the underground.

As the train pulled into a station, an old man got on the extremely crowded car I was in.

But then something unexpected happened. The young man took one look at him, and, without a trace of hesitation, got up to give his chair to the old man. He protested, but the young man insisted on this. The old man smiled as he sat down. As soon as he touched the seat, he let out a sigh of relief. He was tired. The look on his face was priceless, for it was worth everything.

Now you may ask what's the big deal. Well, I hardly see these random acts of kindness nowadays. I miss the life I never lived when that was the norm.

Suddenly, everyone disappeared and I could only see that young man. At that instance he had more in common with me than anyone in the world.

He was my personal hero. He was the best thing on the whole train to me.

I never knew his name and as I got off the train, I knew I'll never know it.

But though we might never cross paths again, he will never be forgotten.

Thank you for reminding me of the best of humanity.