Respect

I was in an art gallery today. A self proclaimed bipolar woman came in. She had a lot to say. It was all interesting. I had time. I listened. We traded ideas in a way that resembled jumping from one tiny trampoline to another sometimes together and sometimes separately. Her relative whispered “thank you” to me as they left. He thought I had been gracious. And yes, it was a good deed, but it was also a good time.