Suddenly a man, out of breath, but still smiling and friendly, tapped me on my shoulder and said, "Ma'am, here are your keys." It was Al Gore, former vice president of the United States. Mr. Gore had gotten off his machine behind me, picked up my keys, handed them to me and then resumed his workout.
It was nothing more than a kind gesture, but at that moment Mr. Gore's act represented all that I yearned for - acceptance and acknowledgment.
Read it all here:
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/06/23/opinion/23abdrabboh.html?th&emc=th&oref=login
1 comment:
It's just a nice story about a nice guy.
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