Kindness Remembered

As I ran on a hot and humid afternoon wiping the sweat off my face with my perspiration cloth, I recalled receiving my first cloth. It was a gift of sorts. During my first (and only) marathon, I remember people handing items out on the side of the road: orange slices, Gatorade, water, candy. I’d receive some, others I’d pass on. I don’t recall which mile it was but most likely in the second half, a person held out white wash cloths. People took them, so I took one that was handed to me. I asked another runner what...

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