Watching kindness, as it took shape, the exchanges of two complete strangers from a train, translated…

“I’m sorry, this is my seat, but it’s fine, I like the window seats, I will trade seats with you”, there’s that sunshine shining through his smiles, that uncle had the innocence of a child.

The settled in the aisle woman who was sliding on her cell phone, noted something, was on her way to get up, then, settled back down by his gentleman nature.

The shot conversation that came on February 28^th, on the northbound high-speed rail, the two only exchanged words for no more than three short seconds. Then the train started moving, and everything fell, silent then.

I was seated to the left back side to them, and was moved by what I saw. Because this unplanned, unexpected kindness of exchange between people, it wasn’t set up like in…