Curate, connect, and discover
One time, in my freshman year of high school, there was this huge assembly that happened in the school’s auditorium. That or it was a performance of some kind, but that’s not really important.
After the “whatever it was” ended, I left with all of the other students to get back to my classroom. While I was walking into the main school building, I noticed a teeny tiny frog sitting on the ground beside some bushes. It was about the size of a thumbnail and nobody else seemed to notice it, so I went over and stood by it to make sure that no one would step on the poor thing on accident. After a while, everyone had already made their way inside the building and I was still just stood there with a tiny frog, trying to think of a way to coax the thing back into the bushes without touching it. (I touch my face a lot and the school bathrooms were terrifying, so touching things like frogs is not a good idea)
Then, out of nowhere, the schools new principal came over and asked me what I was doing. I pointed out the frog and he kind of just stood there for a second like, “you just made yourself late to class to protect a frog?” Then he just laughed a bit, picked up the frog, and plopped the tiny thing onto some leaves in the bushes. Then he just told me to get to class before I got in trouble for being late.
Pretty mush everybody in my school hated our new principal for being a hard-ass. I, however, gave him my full support. All because he decided to help me out and rescue that tiny frog.
IT’s the little things like that that make the world seem like a better place.