I just experienced one of those moments where one can choose to watch someone struggle or do something about it.

As I sat drinking a mocha at Loil (some cool coffee spot in L.A.), I watched a black girl, who reminded me of my sisters, trying to force an old bike into the backseat of a new car.

She was forcing it every which way she could with no sunshine in sight.

So I interrupted my practice time, for a talk that I am doing on Monday, to help her.

In less than 3-minutes, we figured how to get the bike in the backseat. As we shut the door, her face lit up for more reasons than I probably know.  And the best part is that she followed that smile with a little high five.

As I walked away I could feel that bolt of being “indispensable” in a moment that someone was in need.

Like  Tony! Toni! Toné!, it feels good!