I met a stranger who is not really a stranger anymore. His name was Brian. Well actually, Brian ;) is what his name tag read, and young Brian, 23, helped change my life. Because young Brian was not afraid to be kind to people, to care about his work, to believe in his impact, to make very apparent the correct idea that little things like a winky-face smiley at the end of his name tag could make people smile, and that’s all most people needed on a tough day.
They buried Brian on my birthday, May 17  after a hit and run by some white pick-up truck that has yet to be caught. His small interactions continue to make a big difference, even now.
And so do yours, by the way.