The person you pass at the depot might be in need. That stranger rushing by, seeking their next meal. I do not know what compelled me to post this on the public boards in Galmair, save for this—to thank Margret.
When I needed warmth, you clothed me.
When I needed an ear, you listened.
A spoon—you offered.
What good is there without listening?
What hope is there without asking?
You gave time,
however precious,
however inconvenient.
You smiled.
You said hello.
You taught, when you could’ve walked away.
You helped—and that made all the difference.