I was raised in the lesson that having a grateful heart
– despite not having a home to live in at times –
meant you had a full life.
Recently a person’s car died in the driveway of a store my husband and I were going to.
The driver had their head hung, sitting there in the car alone, crying.
DOZENS of cars passed.
We parked and walked over at the same time as two other people walked up.
Together, the four of us were able to push the car into a parking spot and then we checked in to make sure the driver was doing okay, emotionally.
Why were SO many people able to drive by without batting an eye?