I've read acts of kindness. Reading about someone's goodness makes me feel warm inside. Today, I ran some papers over to the school and watched a lady pull over and give an older man, sitting on the corner, I think waiting for a bus, her gloves. I had not even noticed the man sitting there. The temp outside right now is 8 degrees. It feels like -6 degrees.
I loved that I got to see kindness. Seeing kindness is better than reading it.