Kindness of a stranger

I felt alone among my fellow countrymen and a kind stranger took me under her wing.

She tried to find my passport and took me for dinner.

We talked about everything and nothing.

I asked if I could thank her for her kindness but she said only this:

No need to thank me – I did very little. Perhaps some day you may be able to pass whatever help I may have given on to someone else whom you will meet during your future travels, in whatever form will be appropriate.

I guess she’s no longer a stranger but now a friend. Perhaps it is mutuality and kindness that makes a stranger a friend.

Well, my friend, I will do my best to act on your advice.

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