Lost passports in Dublin,
found by a stranger,
taken to a Garda station,
placed in a safe,
handed back to us with smiles.
A young man in Glasgow,
approached us from behind,
picked up our too-big suitcases,
smiled, then flew down the long flight of stairs,
deposited them at the bottom,
never said a word,
never looked back.
The train station employee in Marseille
who spoke perfect English,
saved us from the confusing ticket machine,
completed the entire transaction
in his office
at his desk
with kindness.
