We delivered the restored Captain Morgan statue to our friend a few moments ago. Set him in front of the front door, rang the doorbell, and hid around the corner. Our friend cried. She was so happy (after thinking her husband had simply given it away without asking her) to see him returned to her in better condition than when she found him. Even I teared up a bit.
People, I don't tend to be an overly sentimental guy, but seeing such a simple, whimsical act, one I could have done strictly for fun with no wager or consequence, bring someone to tears, it reminded me that the world is so much a better place when we exercise kindness. It's easy to hate, but even easier to be kind. One path leaves sorrow, the other sows seeds of gratitude that only spread. Who in their right mind would want any part of the former?