I think sometimes we think our life is only worth something if we become massively famous or we leave some great, obvious, lasting legacy.

Don’t get me the wrong – I believe the impact each one of us can make is potentially huge.

But by huge I mean the culmination of lots and lots of little moments. Gestures. Comments. A touch of the arm. Kisses. Hugs. Gentle questions.

It’s the little things, I think, that make up a life.

Our lives really are just a bunch of infinitesimal moments of impact… both good and bad.

Each of us has the potential to hurt and heal; to show neglect, and mercy.

We have the power to notice the victim, or look away. To make someone’s day brighter, or wound them deeply.

Sometimes we get so caught up in our own distress that we fail to see that of others. And so be…