On Sunday evenings, 6:55 p.m. is the television moment I look forward to the most during the week. Why? It’s the end of the news in New Zealand, and every Sunday the news end with “the good sorts. Every week, the public is invited to nominate someone from the community who is kind for the unique pleasure of being nice. Last week, the good sort of the week had a cafe in a community where they had to, probably for economic reasons, to close the institution dedicated to individuals with mental health problems. One of the occupants was found in the community and no longer communicating with others until the good sort of the week (whose name I have forgotten) asked him to grind coffee, and serve some customers. At this point, he began to interact with customers. Every day, since then, that man comes to help the boss, have a chat with customers and everyone is happy. These small moments of humanity make me happy and put me in a good mood for the coming week.