(Truly) Random Acts of Kindness

Photo by Kate Gace Walton

My son gave his fish an electric blanket—his electric blanket to be precise, the one he counts on to stay warm in the damp cold of a Seattle spring.

My son is 16, not six, and an aspiring engineer. He knew the ideal water temperature for his new fish (a gift—hence the lack of readiness), and he knew the blanket was a temporary, and imperfect, solution. The next day, he’d need to buy a proper heater for the tank.

But in the meantime, the gesture—witnessed by no one other than the fish and (I have to assume) one very miffed dog—was full of caring: I can imagine your discomfort, new friend, and I aim to ease it.

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