You had just arrived back home after grueling hours of school/work. Body screamed in exhaustion and all you wanted to do was take a long hot bath and head to bed.

As you walked down the hallway toward your unit, you noticed the lady next-door struggling by her door. Apparently, she got into a divorce after finding out her husband of 13 years cheated.

She was buried under grocery bags—far too many for someone of her small frame. Plastic handles dug into her fingers as she fumbled for her keys, balancing everything awkwardly.

The moment she finally managed to pull them free, they slipped from her grasp and items clattered loudly against the floor. She bend over to pick it up and tried over and over again that was almost pathetic

It was tempting to just continue walking and pretend you didn’t see anything.