There are days, like today, when you fight to make things better, and you see them just get worse. Exponentially. And it wouldn’t take much to turn it around. A phone call. A smile. An email, saying, I’m sorry. On these days of diminishing returns, I’m so thankful for the people who step up, without even knowing, and restore my hope. I cherish these people. And the older I get, the more I see how priceless these people are. And how they each add something uniquely precious to my life. It doesn’t matter that we’re not perfect. Or that we don’t always get the timing right. These are the ones who are worth it. These are the ones we hold close on our best days. And our worst. And all the days in between.