When I was little and I read stories for young readers, the stories frequently emphasized that their characters were going on an adventure. This seemed very exciting, and I hoped that I too would get to go on an adventure someday. When I got older, I did not see any adventures around me, and I was disappointed. But when I got a little older than that, I realized that having an adventure is a matter of perspective. If you recognize what you're doing as an adventure, you will tend to find that life is all adventures.
I'd like to tell you about an adventure along these lines that I wandered into last year. It's been at the back of my mind to tell it, and it involves extraordinary generosity on the part of somebody else, so it needs telling. Here's what happened.