Several years ago, I was training for a long-distance race, and I was scheduled to complete a 20-mile training run.
Unfortunately, I was early in the planning process and ran out of water and fuel around mile 12 (with no access to replenish my supplies before the end of the run). Without a better option, I kept on running and felt worse and worse as I went.
As I entered the last couple of miles, I passed a woman who was walking in the opposite direction, and she smiled at me and held up a hand for me to high-five as I passed. Without saying anything, this stranger gave me the last push I needed to finish.
Dr. J – Cleveland, OH

