A grey haired man fell over. Stumbled, hit the pavement hard with his palms facing down.
The man walking behind the fallen man stopped.
He leant down and offered his hand, which the older guy took with an embarrassed smile.
The fallen man was assisted to the nearby wall.
The younger man used his bottle of water to clean the gravel from the old man’s hands.
I took this photograph to remind me of the billions of kind acts people perform every day. Not for money, not for gain.
The acts which turn a stranger into a friend for a moment, then back into a stranger again.
The random acts of kindness we would never know existed, if we didn’t see them for ourselves.
The true instinct inside us, the you our media fears.
A little bit of reasoning, as to why we are here.