Happily I gave them and we both went on our merry studious way, piles of heavy and important books in tow.
I returned to my car later and there waiting for me was this tiny scribbled note pegged under my windscreen wiper:
It made my day. It made my year. In fact, its made my life if that's possible. It struck me that he went out of his way to pay me a compliment for absolutely nothing in return. It meant so much to me that I kept that little scrap of paper to always remind me not of my own beauty (no, truly) but to remind me of the beauty in others.
Random acts of kindness, both giving and receiving, should never be underestimated.