Even now, when I think of him, I don’t dwell on the tragedy of his loss. I think of his courage, his compassion, and that gentle smile under the stars.
And every time I stop to help someone, I find myself repeating the same words he once said to us:
Because kindness, when shared, never really ends. It keeps moving — from one heart to another, from one life to the next — lighting the dark places of the world, just like a pair of headlights on a lonely road.
