It’s thise random acts of kindness from those you hardly know that show us there really is hope.
They are no more than acquaintances, yet they treat you better than close friends and family. The treat you how your friends used too, before you became friends, it’s sad really.
When did we become kinder to strangers than our closest kin?
Why are we kinder to strangers? Is it to atone for our sins? An illustrious attempt the right our wrongs? Or is it simply because we can trust a stranger with out regret and the fear of being let down.
What ever the reason, it’s how we should be to one another, or at least how I want to be.