The little things

I helped an old lady today. She stopped me in the street - she couldn't find her keys and asked me to look for them in her bags because she didn't have her glasses with her. The poor woman was evidently on the brink of panic. Luckily I found the keys and she was quite eloquent at expressing her gratitude. I felt somewhat uneasy listening to her - after all what I did was not much and neither was special. So I guess what she thanked me for was for bothering at all to spare a minute of my time in her favor. Sad isn't it? To be surprised and thankful because a human does something human. Not only it is sad but also scary.