Someone walked straight into me on the road. I don't know if it was my mistake or theirs, but it doesn't really matter. I think we were both OK. My knee got banged, but it wasn't a deal. On the way into the library, a man held the door open for me. His kind gesture made up for getting bumped on the street. For every accident, there is random kindness. For every rushed conversation, there are times for long, heart-to-heart talks with family and loved ones. For every satisfactory, tasteless purple pepper, there is a sweet, flavourful red one. For every rainstorm, there is a sunny day around the corner.