It's the Small Stuff

You can't always estimate the power of dedicating two minutes of your day to give another person the reassurance that someone cares.

Talking with Rams yesterday, I heard that many of the professionals who go to his gym have lost their jobs. They come in at the same time--what used to be after work--to use the machines and feel the normalizing effect of the old schedule, sweat and physical activity. They're little more than strangers to him, but he makes a conscious effort to stay a bit longer and chat with them to keep building that human connection.

It's pretty demoralizing to have lost your job, after years of hard work and experience, without the ability to scoop up another one. If you have a family, double that feeling of loss and fear.

That deliberate act of reaching out in conversation is comforting, don't you think? It's good to have the awareness that angels of simple kindness are walking amongst us.