Maybe my experiences of my fellows have been reduced to so base a level that the smallest kindness overwhelms me…Holocausts do not amaze me. Rapes and child slavery do not amaze me….I am amazed when I drop a glove in the street and a teenager runs two blocks to return it. I am amazed when a checkout girl flashes me a wide smile with my change, though my own face had been a mask of expedience. Lost wallets posted to their owners, strangers who furnish meticulous directions, neighbors who water each other’s houseplants—these things amaze me.