Every morning, a woman walks her elderly dog past the same building downtown. And every morning, the doorman stops what he’s doing, greets the pup by name, and gives her a gentle pat and a treat.

One day it rained. No walk. The doorman asked the woman—not about her, but about the dog.

“Tell her I missed her,” he said.

That’s the kind of love you don’t teach in a training manual. It just lives in people.

FGM:  Because the world could use more smiles.