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  • With my stomach screaming for food, I head to a local sandwich shop to grab a bite to eat. I park my car and sprint for the door hoping they still have some sandwiches left. This place is a popular spot and if you don't get there before the lunch rush, you lose.

    Slightly distracted I grab the door, quickly pulling it open I come waist to face with a little old lady. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall. In one hand a bag, in the other a cane. With my back toward the door I push it open, bracing myself against it to let her pass.

    The world stops as she glances up with a huge smile. I smile back. "Chivalry is not dead." she utters in a frail voice. "No it's not." I reply as she slowly makes her way toward me. She stops as she reaches the door. Turning toward me she says, "The men in Kalamazoo are so nice." I smile while my face contorts as I attempt a wink.

    She continues out the door, repeatedly thanking me.

    The world returns to to full speed.

    For a brief moment, which felt like hours, my ordinary day was made extraordinary by a little old lady.
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