It was afternoon when I stepped into the little café near my workplace for a quick coffee break. The place was nearly empty, save for an elderly gentleman sitting by the window. He had a stack of newspapers in front of him and a cup of tea he seemed to have forgotten about. As I waited for my order, I noticed him struggling to unfold a page—it kept slipping out of his hands. Instinctively, I walked over and asked if he needed help. He looked up, startled, and then smiled. “These hands aren’t what they used to be,” he said with a chuckle. I sat down across from him, unfolded the paper, and handed it back. Instead of going back to my seat, we started chatting. He told me his name was Arthur, and he used to be a history teacher. He spoke about how much he missed telling stories about the past and how few people took the time to sit and listen these days. Our conversation lasted maybe 15 minutes, but in that short time, he lit up. His voice grew animated as he shared tales of students who made him laugh and lessons he wished he could teach again. Before I left, he said, “Thank you for listening. You made an old man feel a little less invisible today.” As I walked back to work, I couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t anything grand, just a small moment of connection, but it made me feel like I’d been part of something meaningful. It’s funny how little gestures—like unfolding a page—can make someone’s day, including your own.