Daily writing prompt
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?
Just this past January, I spent the entire month on retreat in England. I traveled alone, which is well outside my comfort zone. I am 69 years old, and at the time I was experiencing dizzy spells and chest pains whenever I exerted myself. What restored my faith in humanity was the kindness I encountered along the way—the helping hands that appeared just when I needed them. People helped lug my luggage up the stairs and lift it into the bins. When I reached the retreat center, the kindness continued everywhere: strangers became friends, offering rides to the train station at the crack of dawn and staying with me when I was not feeling well. There are more good people out there than there are bad people.
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