I was a kid, and a gentleman at the next table in a restaurant could speak six languages or so. He gave examples of a few. I was so impressed and, since then, wanted to learn languages. I now speak six fluently, plus a couple more at a basic level, so it had a real positive impactnd I never saw her again.
The encounter with the old woman on the bus left me contemplating the importance of kindness and empathy in a world that can sometimes be cold and indifferent. Despite her unusual gift of a heavy stone, I chose to see it as a reminder to always prioritize myself and my child, to always choose kindness even in the face of bitterness