See those young men and women in the photo above? They are all three.
We all have those times when we feel mentally/physically/spiritually drained for one reason or another. Maybe we've lost somebody we once felt a close kinship towards. Perhaps work feels a little too much like work and our occupations simply aren't providing us any nourishment. Or a family member is gravely ill and a sense of helplessness starts to fester. The impetus for such frailty could be one momentous event, or it could be (in the words of John Irving) "a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.” Doesn't matter. All that matters during such times is the moment, and it's tough to escape the moment. You're in the weeds, and that shit doesn't part by itself. You're not Moses.
It only goes to reinforce the fact that no kind gesture is ever too small nor ever wasted. Kindness is always bigger than the gesture itself. It is an affirmation of one's own empathy towards other people regardless of our differences, and it shrinks the world in a promising way. I am grateful for all the people who have shown me kindness and will show me kindness. Like the Barrio Bites' students, you are my lamps, lifeboats, and ladders. I hope I can be the same to you.