A Compendium of Shorts

The first time I saw you, I couldn't believe how you acted. You were rude, angry, even hateful. You seemed to relish spreading pain and suffering, took pride in how miserable you could make others feel. I was shattered. Why would you act like this? How could you be so cruel? Everywhere I go, I see you stealing things, attacking those who are different, even going so far as to kill any who disagree with your beliefs. I fell to my knees and wept, crippled by the pain and despair you left in your wake. I felt helpless, seeing no way to save you from the hell you created.

Then, I looked closer and saw something different. In between the volleys of violence and hate were small acts of kindness. A smile here, an encouraging word there, small things that made all the difference. Slowly, but surely, you were fighting back against the chaos and evil enveloping you. I cried again, a seed of hope planted, that you would someday save yourself.