Ecce

I saw something tonight at dinner that made me happy.

The new issue of Ecce, one of the school literary publications, had just come out, and the usual bunch was sitting at the table reading it. A guy from my year, but not one whom I often talk to, wandered over and sat with us.

The issues were going around; you’d read an article and hand off your copy to someone else, and then snag another from someone. Well, this other guy acquired an issue and soon someone else picked it up from him.

And then a girl sitting next to me noticed that his copy had been taken and quietly handed him another. It wasn’t a big deal; it wasn’t flashy; it was kind.