Today was a windy day. When I was exiting my university, I saw this old man (whose bike was on a side of the street) desperatedly picking up some (like 50 o 70) pamphlets which were all spread over the floor. And the wind! So I went and helped him. Then other two people came to help him too. and he was so grateful! he wished me luck with my studies and all. and he explained several times that the papers fell from the basket in his bike because of a rock in the way.
Well, we finished picking everthing, I wished a good day to the man, he too (plus luck in the sutdies) and left. Oh, the pamphlets were about a centre for abandoned pets. So the guy was a good guy! So well, we parted ways. Me felling so good for having helped.
I walked half a block and crossed a church where I saw this woman praying....and I thought, "ha, you were there, secluded and all, and I was out here, living my life and helping a good guy". so well, this's been in my mind for a time....so here is the result....tell your god I said hi
EDIT: I'm so very glad so many people liked this one ;D I was a bit afraid as this has some religious stuff....but well, very happy this got popular, so thank you to everyone ;D