I'm sure many great, powerful and rich people think about how they can make a difference world. There are so many big problems, and they require big solutions, right? Actually, sometimes little things can make a really big difference. I learnt this lesson one day nine years ago with my father, when I was just acting like myself-a nine-year-old kid. Papa came home late from work after 9pm. He's a businessman who works long hours, and on this day he looked even more tired and stressed than usual. His eyes were already half-closed from weariness. I, on the other hand, was completely hyper. I followed him to his bedroom, skipping and doing the "Walrus Dance," which I had made up myself. This ridiculous routine involved twisting my arms and legs in opposite directions. Papa trudged up the stairs, slowly lifting his large feet one after the other. He seemed to fall deeper and deeper into exhaustion every step he took. I was afraid that I would have to start pushing him, ...
My husband and I belong to different religions. That, I think, was reason enough for my mother-in-law to dislike me. One Sunday, we had a quarrel. Things got out of hand when the three of us began screaming. I lost my temper when my husband took her side and stormed out of the house. I felt lost, so I went to the nearby church where Mass was on. Inside, I found a desolate corner, sat on a pew and started crying. As the service was ending, I made the sign of the cross, went out and sat on the stairs. Soon, a very old lady came and stood beside me. I looked up at her pale, wrinkled face, and she asked me to lend her a hand. With my help, she got down the first two steps, but to my surprise she sat down beside me. My first thought was that she was waiting for someone to pick her up. But no one came. She remained quiet and still held my hand gently. Although I found her behaviour a bit odd, I must admit, I also found it comforting. Neither of us said a word. After a while, when I had calme...