There's no such thing as a little thing.

This weekend, Paul and I were at a meeting. Several rows in front of us sat a couple, probably in their 60s and each very large. I noticed another lady come into the room, alone, and sit one chair away from the husband. The wife noticed the newcomer and waved slightly. A nice gesture, I thought. Then, I watched as the wife, with great effort, heaved herself up out of her chair, shuffled slowly around her husband, and carefully, painfully, lowered herself onto the chair on the other side of him. She put her arm around the new lady and leaned in to whisper a greeting. They both smiled.

So simple and sweet.