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Walking into the garden department of my local hardware store I noticed a woman pushing a cart with a small bag of potting soil and a bag of river rocks.  She was of the generation that never left the house without lipstick and carefully combed hair.  She looked wonderful but a bit frail.  I offered to help her by lifting the bag of rocks into her car but she said a man in the store had already offered.  As I didn't see any employees coming to her aid I began walking with her toward her car anyway.  After just a few feet a man - gentleman really - came walking swiftly toward us carry a small bag of his purchases.  "I'll help her - I'm coming." he said.  Turning to look toward the voice I noticed the woman had stood up a bit straighter and was smiling brightly.  The gentleman also had a slight grin on his face.  Ah!  How absolutely charming - at any age it's a wonderful thing!