Life doesn’t work like that.
Sometimes you do the right thing and lose anyway.
Sometimes there is no beautiful turn.
Sometimes helping hurts and nothing comes back.
I know that.
But sitting there in that room, I also knew this:
Even when kindness costs you, it keeps you from becoming someone you’d be ashamed to live with.
That matters.
After dinner, while the kids chased each other in the yard under strings of patio lights, Evelyn and I stood near the back porch with coffee cups in our hands.
