I was walking down a quiet street when another woman, coming the opposite way, grabbed my arm and stopped me. She said, “Excuse me, but I’m having a bad day and I wondered if we could have a hug.” Her voice was shaky and her eyes were red from crying. She was middle-aged and sort-of ordinary, as I am. And I thought, Why not? I’m having pretty shitty day, too, so we did. After a few seconds, we both said thank you and went our separate ways. I had a soft smile on my face, but I checked my wallet anyway.
By Avery Mathers