I’m at Aldi, stocking up on some essentials (sweet peppers, green onions, shredded cheese, ghee . . . stuff like that).
$55 and change later, I load the two bags of groceries into the trunk of my car.
And I turn around to see a woman just close enough that I ask her if she’d like my cart, and don’t worry about the 25 cents.
I swear that she goes moist-eyed on the spot.
“This is the first time today that anything nice has happened to me. I guess the day is going to be okay after all.”
Sometimes all it takes is 25 cents to make a difference.
That and a smile, and a kind gesture.