I’m in Vegas having a great time watching and listening to my brother do what he does best; rock out. Of course I think of you (appx every 3rd or 4th thought), and in my current state I strung two unrelated events together: a few days ago there was a car blocking the exit of the gym because a girl’s car died. She was blocking everyone from getting out. Everyone was getting impatient and getting on their horns. I of course wanted to know why she wasn’t moving, so I got out of my car to find out why the fuck she wasn’t moving.  She said her car had died. Shitty place for it to die, and she was probably mortified. Without a second’s though I told her to put her car in neuteral, turn the wheel to the left, and I dug in and began pushing. Her car was heavy , especially alone, and very especially because I had just finished a leg work out at the gym. I pushed and it budged, but my feet slipped. I dug in further and pushed harder. A tiny bit of momentum began to build, but so small that it could be lost in a moment of bad footing. I put it all into it. I thought to myself “This is good damn karma, so push!”  I got her to a place where she was out of the way enough that people could finally passed. I looked at her face, she appreciatively smiled at me, but I just got in my car and drive away wondering why everyone doesn’t do that. It amazes me that we’re all so thankful to revive good will and so infrequently randomly give it. Then just now I stopped to help an old Asian woman out of her wheel chair, again without a moment’s thought. The gentleman, I assume her aged husband, declined my help, I think unsure of my motive. But the events have a through line, a commonality… I do good when I can, randomly. I thank my time in the south. And no matter what other less attractive characteristics I may have, or things I may regretfully say or do, as long as doing things for others is reflexive rather than contrived or calculated, I will continue to know that I’m a good person inside with much to offer.