i was in the BK loo today, and there was this little girl who could hardly reach for the tap, and naturally, i helped her. thereafter, she struggled to open the door (as the knob was relatively high up) and i pulled it open for her. a small act it may be, it surely made all that difference; that she didn't have to struggle for ten whole minutes before her hands got washed clean. it got me thinking about little things strangers do for us. the girl broke into a shy grin and mumbled a soft thank you, that spelled appreciation. unfortunately, people these days tend to forget manners or take these miniscule tasks for granted, especially as they grow older. and honestly, signs of gratitude could mean so much more than just a few words.
