It’s a good time to remember the good.

The neighbor who asked you over for cake.

The kid who said thank you when you helped them figure out the length of one side of the triangle.

The co-worker who cried in the one-on-one when you said they had done good work on the crazy project that had left them sleepless.

The therapist who gave you an extra ten minutes that one time you couldn’t get it back together right on the 50 minute mark.

The stranger in traffic who said — through hand signals — No, you go.

The young woman in the grocery store who handed a five dollar bill to the old man in front of her with the words, “Sir, you dropped this.”

The teacher who stayed late to help a student conjugate the verbs properly.

The executive who popped into the all-hands to say, I see you, I hear you, I care about what’s happening.

The dog that jumps up on you when you come home to lick your face and say, YES! YOU’RE HOME!

The fireman who asks, rhetorically, “Is anyone hurt?”

The cop who gets out of the car to help you change a tire.

The arm you saw a skateboard kid offer to a shuffling old woman trying to make her way across Market Street.

The words chalked on the sidewalk by a neighborhood kid: Hi world!

The landlord who renegotiated the rent when you lost your job.

The girl who asked, “You want the window seat?” on the airplane when she sensed the fear of flying.

The grandma who squeals like a dolphin and swims through the ring to the delight of her grandkids at the YMCA pool.

Yep, it’s a good time to remember the good.