There’s a woman named Barb at a library I frequent.
Barb is probably about 60 years old.
She’s sickly; she has memory problems and is seeing a doctor.
And she’s alone, divorced.
But Barb is one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.
She remembers people’s names and what they’re doing with their life.
And she sincerely wants to help.
I’ve seen her do so much good: help older people with no computer skills avoid scams, make homeless teens feel welcome and validated, and offer to be a job reference for one of the area’s less connected library patrons.
There are many people, especially at libraries, like Barb.
They’re reasons to hope.