Story 4:
I was on a two-hour train ride when a little girl kept kicking the back of my seat. I was getting pretty annoyed, but her mom looked exhausted. When they got off, the mom handed me a note and a small, wrapped chocolate bar.
The note apologized for her daughter and explained she’d just come from a specialist’s appointment for a medical condition that made her restless. I felt like a monster, and the small chocolate bar tasted like a lesson in empathy.
