So one day in October I was walking down the street alongside the VG hospital when I noticed this man on a bicycle riding from metre to parking metre. He was feeding quarters into the metres whose time had lapsed. It was obvious he was attempting to tend to the ones surrounding the hospital. I was astounded. I yelled, "I see you, I saw that," but he didn't hear me. It didn't matter, clearly he wasn't doing it for recognition. One can only imagine the places those car owners were. Under the knife of a trusting surgeon, at the bedside of an ailing loved one, waiting in a doctor's office, much like mine, in anticipation of "results." I was truly touched by this random act of compassion and kindness. This story speaks to me of love, a kind of love we often forget is as significant as romantic love. We may not all have the motivation and energy to exercise it in the manner this mystery parking metre-feeder-rider did, but in small significant ways we are all capable of random acts of love for one another.

Everyone