I was soaked, racing to class through the rain, hoodie plastered to my back and shoes squeaking with every step. Everyone around me rushed forward, heads down, dodging puddles like the storm was chasing them.
That’s when I noticed two guys ahead—one pushing a wheelchair, the other holding a blue-and-white umbrella. But the umbrella wasn’t for him—it was for the guy in the chair.
It seemed small at first. Just a decent thing to do. But the longer I watched, the more it struck me. They weren’t family or close friends—just two students, one quietly making sure the other stayed dry, without a word or expectation.
That simple act of kindness pulled me in. It reminded me that, even on gray, messy days, compassion still exists. By the time I caught up at the building entrance, the umbrella guy turned and smiled. “You’re soaked. Want to come under this?”
I meant to thank him—but he was already offering kindness again.
I said, “What you did—that was really kind.”
He shrugged. “It’s nothing. We’ve got to look out for each other, right?”
His friend smiled. And just like that, the day felt a little warmer. A small gesture. But one I won’t forget.
