So there are these two elderly looking ladies
Who I happen to see living in their car and often time have trader joes bags piled in their trunk or have the carts with the bags next to their car (it looks like they went shopping). Every time I walk past their car, I always questioned what their story was and what's going on, but never got the courage to speak to them. Today, when I was walking back to my apartment, I happen to see a woman (by the looks of it, a student as well) talking to the two ladies, and the topic seems to be their story. I couldn't help but smile and feel a burst of warmth and... A form a joy, because she was trying to know their story, and perhaps, offer verbal support. And in my mind, I thanked the woman, for doing something I failed to do, to speak to the ladies to try to understand their situation. It's moment like these that make me really value the potential of humanity and who we are.