Random acts of kindness
Last summer Ginnie and I went to a reunion of the company I used to work for in Loveland, Colorado, Hach (pronounced “Hawk”) Company. It was great seeing some of my old work associates and friends. One person in particular who, when I worked with him, I wouldn’t have given him another five years to live, (Alcoholism, I was quick to judge) was, looking fit, healthy and happy, 35 years later. So much for my judgments. One young man at the picnic reunion came up to me. I say “young man” because he had a shaved head making it hard for me to judge his age, or remember who he was. ...