Humans of New York. "We met on a dating site twelve years ago. I sent her a message saying: ‘I want to let you know up front that I’m in a wheelchair, because I can’t hide it.’ And she wrote back: 'Why? Is it bright yellow?
Humans of New York - This man passed by me on Jefferson Street. I gave him a weak, tight-lipped smile—nothing special. He put his hand over his heart, bowed, and said: “Bless you.” Made me wish I’d smiled bigger.