My life sometimes seems so meaningless and insignificant. I don’t feel like I have a higher purpose. I live a small, unusual life. I sometimes feel like I’m a waste of good oxygen. Then I get a call from my son asking for advice on how to dress for a job interview. Or after a long day of problems at work one customer tells me how helpful I’ve been and how I’ve made the process that much easier for her. I greet a stranger in the store and they respond, almost startled with the kindness. Then I smile and think that even if it’s small, I do make a difference.