At its worst, it offers little more than a smile on a bad day. Holding the door open for someone riddled with grocery bags. Letting a car merge in traffic.
At its best, a few, ill-spared dollars to someone in need.
As a whole, it offers humanity, an understanding. It knows the plight of those saddled with struggle. It understands the frustration, the desperation of the everyday struggles. It knows too well the toil and pain of circumstance. It’s lived the sorrow of the past.
It connects the down-trodden of today with the experience of yesterday, the newly hardshipped with the veterans of tribulations.
At the end of the day, we all know what it means to spar with the seemingly impossible, know what it’s like to deal with personal tragedy. We all know the feel of the end of our ropes. It’s the least we can do to offer a knot for those who can only hang on.
The least we can do.
But the best.
A Toast: To Goodwill