About the frightened teenager I used to be.
Finally I answered.
“Because you didn’t know who I would become.”
She looked confused.
I continued.
“You were kind when there was nothing to gain.”
That was the difference.
If I had been wealthy.
Popular.
Important.
The kindness wouldn’t have meant as much.
But I wasn’t.
I was broken.
And she chose kindness anyway.
That’s what made it matter.
An hour later I drove her home.
