The smallest acts of kindness take up the biggest space in one’s heart – that’s what I keep realizing.

It’s 1 :  49 PM on day 1826 of my journey towards independence and day 18 of our India trip traveled 3 hours from my dad’s house back to my uncle’s and had a fantastic vegetarian lunch at Rasam .

Two days ago outside of Shines – a restaurant – an autorickshaw driver saw my sister carry me from my wheelchair into the front seat of our car and he took it upon himself to load my wheelchair into our boot which would have been a kind gesture in itself but he went further by coming over to the front passenger side of the vehicle and folding his hands together in Namaste as if to show his respect for me I was so touched I didn’t know what to say.