I can never forget the kindest and sweetest woman I had ever met at a job. She would come in once a month on a Tuesday to Walmart get her medication at the pharmacy. She would come over to me with this big spread smile and take out her wallet and show me the same bent and faded photo of her son. She lost him in Iraq. We would talk for a while about her son, life, and then on her way out, she would somehow find me before she left and would buy me my favorite iced tea. It was that kindness that made me enjoy my job so much but even more restored my faith in people again.