This morning at breakfast, while I was balancing my tray to scoop yogurt into my bowl, he happily greeted me, again. "Ahhh, Andorea!" and he held out something in his hand, more information on the museums he had discussed. Somehow he had it on his person along with his tray and the fruit he was getting. (Did he know how much I liked yogurt, or that my morning would deposit me there at that exact time?) He had drawn in great detail, a map of the area in Kyoto in English and Japanese, along with all the information on the museums, their hours, the current exhibits, their websites, and how to get there via several modes of transportation.
|details: "Nice for walking," "waterway," "udon restaurant (always long long cue!)", a zoo, the location of the museum cafe...|
|and all the details for travel including the train platforms |
even the names of the current exhibits and how long they will be running
The information is a gift, but so is that act of giving it, perhaps much more so. I hardly know this man, but I feel indebted, not so much to him but to all the people in the world that I encounter to a such a small degree. I feel as though he has taught me something. An act of kindness. What does it give and to whom?