Finders, if you’re at all like me, when you watch the news a profound sadness comes over you as you watch the worst of humanity display it’s ugly face. War, crime, etc. Sometimes it’s enough to make a giraffe want to stick her head in a hole in the desert and pray for the end.

But then, like always, the gifts of life make themselves known. They are often small and seemingly insignificant, so you have to be vigilant, keep your eyes and heart open to them at all times or else they might pass you by, unnoticed and gone forever.

Today I see nothing but good in this world of ours, acts of kindness and love that would melt the frostiest soul on the planet. I see Christine, a busy woman, who packed and carted a silly book across the ocean and dragged it up the Cliffs of Moher in Ireland just so she could send me this…

Then I was deeply touched by the tremendous efforts of Sybil, Jo, Paulette, Dee, Marge and Bernice who clearly went through a lot of trouble to take this shot on their excursion to Saint Pierre et Miquelon…

I mean these women (and pretty much everyone else involved in this blook around the world caper) don’t even know me and look what they have given me. I have more super cool shots for next week. I say this little project is clear evidence that the world is a good place. And just when I thought things couldn’t get any warmer and fuzzier…

Neil and I had our first date on the 18th of March, 1895 (okay, 2002) but it feels like ancient history. Ever since, on the 18th of every month, we celebrate our ‘monthaversary’. Now before you all start collectively rolling you eyes and throw the planet’s axis off balance, it’s not some mushy-gushy thing. We sometimes forget, we sometimes remember and simply wish each other a Happy Monthaversary and other times we argue about something ridiculous which invariably ends in me being right.

The point is I like it no matter how nauseating and adolescent it may seem. Anyway, enough set-up. Wednesday was the 18th and when I woke Neil had already slipped out silently to catch the 7 a.m. train to Paris to face the daunting task of applying for his Swiss visa. He is well trained by now so he left me a sweet note addressing the date. At about 10 a.m. he sent me an email with a subject of “surprise.”

Now with Rusty, you just never know. That could have been a message telling me that the Swiss embassy threw him out on the street and the whole thing was off or it could have been an epistle about the great new bakery he’d discovered. As some of you know already, Neil’s not one for compliments and such. In fact, a lot of what he says to me requires cringing and disbelief.

But on the 18th of this month, as usual, his actions spoke for him.

Despite being loaded down with paperwork and purpose, he secretly packed our one copy, carried it all around the city so he could go to what he knows is my favourite bookstore in the world and ask the owner to take his picture. I was undone by this kindness. All I could think was how lucky I am to have him in my life and whether he’d be home in time to make dinner.

Show someone that you love them today. It won’t make the news but it will make the world a better place.