A Ripple Effect On The Train Home

--by Tammychi, posted Mar 7, 2010

Yesterday was a long, but rewarding day. I got to volunteer in the San Francisco Pride Parade. That meant hours on my feet, under the hot sun and with very little water.

By the time I made it on the train to go home, all of the seats were taken and my feet were killing me! I must have been displaying the pain in some way because a very nice gentleman, much older & tired than myself, offered me his seat. I told him I was fine, but he insisted I sit.

While I was feeling guilty for enjoying being off my feet, a young man, who had watched all this, offered the seat he was sitting in to the older gentleman who had offered me his seat. I could not help but smile. One act of kindness led to another. The perfect closure to my day.

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Posted by Tammychi
Mar 7, 2010
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Readers Comments

helpinghand wrote: Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing.
Keep Smiling.

pat wrote: Why do you write "can't write well"? As far as I can see, this text is perfect. You seem to be much more successful in keeping typing errors out than many of us. Congratulations!

Aurelia wrote: I LOVE THIS STORY~~~~ :)
We never know who's watching and learning, do we?
Super! Thanks for sharing this one with us.
Keep them coming!
~Aurelia :0)

flowergirl wrote: what a lovely story ,you made the older man feel good about himself as he got to help you ,love and peace flowegirl

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