As I walk down the streets of the Loop in downtown Chicago, I have the habit of studying the faces of the people that I see coming at me down the street. Many times, in fact, most times, I see faces that are cold, or mean, or selfish, in that typical “What’s in it for me” Chicago style.

This evening, however, I was going into a restaurant for dinner, which is very close to where I live. As I was approaching the door to enter the restaurant, a man was holding the door open for a very elderly, hunched-over lady, who was exiting the restaurant, creeping along, ever so slowly, with a walker. She saw me patiently waiting for her to shuffle through the door, before I could approach the entrance. She slowly looked up at me, and with her bright blue eyes, flashed me the most beautiful smile.

What a lovely way to end the day.