Look:

A girl – no more than eight years old – walks with her father down the street on a cold night.

As they approach a turn, she notices a shivering man sitting on the sidewalk. Without hesitation, she removes her scarf and hands it to the shivering man. There is kindness in her eyes but no pride.

Her father looks at her with concern, then surprise, and then asks stupidly, “What are you doing?”

The girl looks up at her father and replies simply, “There’s nothing of interest in what I’ve done. I found someone in need and gave him my excess.”

My grandmother’s brother, Bharat Nanaji gave me a tour of Himachal. His stories of adventures from decades past fascinated me, but even more inspiring was his youthful energy and humor.