I went to Walmart today to stock up on a bunch of things, and had a really full basket with 50 lbs of dog food in the bottom basket shelf. I was getting the basket unloaded, and thinking what a pain it was going to be to get that bag of dog food out of the basket and into the back of the truck, when suddenly a man came up and asked if I’d like help with that. I hadn’t even gotten down to the dog food, wasn’t even putting on a show yet, of trying to hold the basket still while I drug the bag out. He was just a nice guy in his 30s who decided to go help that old lady with the big stuff in the basket. I didn’t do my usual Ms. Independent “thanks, but I can get it” routine. No, I was delighted! I thanked him profusely and privately thanked God for strong young men with a good heart, as well.