Have you ever talked to strangers on the bus? This morning, I met an elderly gentleman on the bus. He’s 67, retired, and lives alone. His left hand held 12 nails—likely from a surgery, as he mentioned joint issues. He worked at the fish market for 19 years and now spends retirement listening to the radio, watching TV, and tidying his home. A simple conversation with a stranger on the bus brightened both our days. I love how small, ordinary moments can bring such pure joy. 🤍