Marcel's cousin Leon is a long distance truck driver. He told Marcel a great little story that I can't resist repeating.
He was having breakfast with a fellow truck driver somewhere down in the States not long ago. When they got up to pay for their meal, they were told it had already been paid for. When they asked by whom, the cashier pointed to a woman sitting alone.
It turns out this woman used to be married to a truck driver. When he passed away, she sold the business, but she wanted to find some way to give back - or perhaps "pay it forward". So every Sunday morning, she goes to a truck stop, picks out a random table of truck drivers, and pays for their breakfast anonymously.
Isn't that a great story? Just think of all the neat little stories that are floating out there in the cosmos because of her acts of kindness.