This evening, racing for the 6.01 train, I was crossing 34th Street when a woman just in front of me skidded on a wet metal grating and fell in the street. Without even thinking about it, I and another person helped her to her feet.
What I don't understand is the ones who intentionally hurt people (or animals, for that matter). I believe good is born into us. To be not good, you have to be carefully taught.
South Pacific, if you're wondering where that comes from. There's a song for everything.
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