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After surgery, on one functioning leg, I found myself lending a last-minute Airbnb guest my kitchen, my saucepan, my parmesan and, apparently, my better nature. He left me four stars. This is a piece about kindness, hidden labour, and the strange modern insult of being quietly undervalued.
I only wanted a smoothie. Instead, I found myself grinning at a stranger on YouTube and remembering how unexpectedly kind the world can be.
There comes a point in life when the smallest sign of real listening starts to feel less like courtesy and more like intoxication.