Not the Great Big Things but Rather-a Whole Carload of Little Things

THE LAST twenty-four hours have been the happiest of my life. Every twenty-four hours can seem like this: a time span that is perfect and complete, in which we finish some things and succeed in a few things and laugh a couple of times and share something with somebody else. Maybe we can do something for somebody else, such as brushing some lint off his coat or reaching out a hand when she is frightened or discouraged.