I relearned two lessons today while walking my dogs. (Forgive me, please. Some of us are slow learners.) Near my temporary winter residence, there is a business that transports large animals by whatever conveyance works. That business maintains a couple acres of fenced in grassy area and they invite dog owners to walk their dogs there. When I arrived today, a tall man was on his knees carefully searching, selecting, and collecting greenery. I told him that I was curious about what he was doing. He told me, seeming slightly embarrassed, that he was gathering greens for his guinea pigs. He added that they are very particular about what they will eat. We wished each other well and separated. Relearned lesson #1: There are many good people out there. Here is a man taking time off his lunch hour, presumably, to collect grass, not just any grass, mind you, for his pets, which at a distance of twenty feet are indistinguishable from potatoes. Not only does he love them enough to do that, but he knows them well enough to see that they eat only specific kinds of grass. He spends sufficient time and energy to know that and provide them what they need. Relearned lesson #2: I may be one of fewer than five human beings in the cosmos who knows what he does for the furry little potatoes. It's not on his résumé. He is probably a little too embarrassed to tell many of his friends. I am sure that many people know that he is a splendid, caring human being, but I bet I am one of the only people who know this about him. I would also wager that there are innumerable humans - and probably animals too - whose love and compassion are invisible. And they would have it no other way. Man, oh, man, do I love people.