10.8

I went on a bicycle ride, today. I saw a box cutter on the side of the road. I stopped, turned around, waddled my bicycle back to the knife. Opening the cutter, I found the extra blade inside and tucked the first in with it. I closed the knife back up and carelessly tossed it back to the road. The dangerous edge was now concealed, and I flipped my machine around and pedaled away. In a small way, the world was safer, kinder, and more lovely. In a very small way. The very smallest way. Insignificant.

I have avoided all the most important things I could do to improve my world, but I'm willing to fix a blade on the roadside.