A few days ago, I went to a funeral for a little girl I know who passed away from cancer.Her parents asked everybody not to wear black because she wouldn't have wanted anybody to be sad. When I arrived at the cemetery for the ceremony, I saw a 50 year old man wearing jeans, a feather boa and a cowboy hat, all in her favorite color, pink.

Last night, a foreign gospel choir was performing at my local village hall.As they were introducing the last song, a mentally challenged man interrupted and asked if he could teach them a song. Soon the whole crowd was singing and clapping to a simple children's song, and the choir members were giving it their all.

Today we were door-knocking, collecting money for the Red Cross Foundation.One house said they didn't have anything as their young daughter, around three years old, had been sick. As we were about to leave that daughter told us to wait. She came back with all she could find. 15 cents.