When I was in college, I worked at the ice cream store down the street and I had to walk to work. One evening I was on my way, and was nearly in tears the whole time. I was broken up about something, I don't remember what it was now. But it must have been pretty obvious. An older gentleman walking in the opposite direction held out his hand to me as I walked by, and said, Here, you need one of these.

It was nothing but one of those little Kraft butterscotch candies. Probably the sweetest one I ever tasted. I don't know who he was, and it was such a small thing, really, but you'll notice I never forgot it.