His body washed ashore weeks later. She had seen him only once – tossing his life jacket to her. She didn’t know his name – only his heart.
Approaching the sad girl on the playground, I looked at me. “Every year is better than the last.” And then I returned to the time machine.
The streets were brimming with people. Suddenly, a bizarre blackout left everyone stranded. They say that the blind led everyone home.
Her date arrived late, his suit caked in dirt. She left with barely a hello. Later on the news was her date. He’d saved a small boy’s life.
Why do random acts of kindness always happen to other people? Can’t someone out there send me something? A postcard would be nice. From you.
She expertly played the room as she sipped the fine wine at the fundraiser. The beneficiaries are still waterless in the African desert.