Kindness

We’ve gotten most of the bags downstairs, and I’m putting them in the van, but with the elevator out-of-order, Katie is having to bring the boxes down.

But then I hear the freight elevator, working despite the signs saying it’ll be unavailable! And out of the elevator, with a huge load of boxes and a smile, comes Katie, followed by a nice looking older black man who laughs at my apparent look of astonishment.

“I saw your husband’s knee was bad,” he says, still laughing, and referring to my itchy brace, “so I thought you might need a hand.”