There was an old woman on the Metro this morning. She was large and matronly and had a beautiful, gentle smile. When the train came to a jerking stop, she deftly caught and righted a young woman who stumbled. She gave walking directions to a guy who was looking befuddled at the metro map, without even asking where he was going! Yet none of this felt the least bit invasive. I think she's some kind of bodhisattva.
Anyway, I love that old woman, without knowing the first thing about her.