  Small signs of compassion seem inconsequential until you see the return come right back to you. tonight I was driving home from making a mundane exchange of goods with Bryan, and I came up on my yield/right turn lane. So I pulled up to a stop. Motion to roll down your window. An old lady did as I asked with a bit of curiousity in her face. Your tail light is out. Oh! Thank you!! And I drove off. Yes, a little full of myself for being a good girl and helping a random stranger. I was about a half mile from home just enough time to wax poetically to myself about the good will I was spreading. And when I reached my destination, I realized My headlight is out. 
