Something earthshaking happened to me today. No, I didn’t get a book accepted by a publisher, and no, my doctor didn’t tell me I had a life-threatening illness. I didn’t win the lottery, nor did I narrowly avoid a serious accident. What happened to me today was simpler than these, less conspicuous, and yet, oddly, just as momentous. It was merely that someone drove me and my bike home from school in a heavy rainstorm. After wondering all morning how I was going to make it home on my bike through a driving rain, I arrived home quickly and dryly because of this friend’s kindness. In many ways, it wasn’t a big deal. I just tossed my bike in the back of his pickup, hopped in, and in about fifteen minutes I was home in my cozy apartment, my bike safely drying in the corner of the kitchen. It was just a small act of generosity, but to me it was something splendid. Today many marvelous things happened: government debates were held, cornerstones for skyscrapers were laid, planets circulated through space, championships were won, and a guy with a black truck took my bike and me home.