What Generosity Feels Like

There I was sitting at Stansted Airport, waiting for my flight to get back home.
For the third time, the departure time had been delayed and now it was getting really late. I checked my watch anxiously – what if the plane landed too late? What if I missed the last train home from the airport? I wouldn’t get home until the next day and I had to work. Continue reading “What Generosity Feels Like”