My husband cannot walk past someone struggling with a heavy box without offering to carry it.

He stops when he sees a stranded driver.

He checks on elderly neighbors during storms.

He once spent an entire Saturday repairing a wheelchair ramp for a family we barely knew, then refused to accept anything beyond a glass of lemonade.

His kindness was one of the reasons I married him.

Seventeen years earlier, when we were newlyweds living in a cramped apartment, Derek worked overtime to help me finish my education.

When I lost my first office job, he didn’t tell me to lower my expectations.