At the blood drive yesterday, a woman had her maybe 8 year old daughter with her. The girl watched what was done to her mother and I overheard the dialogue: D: Does this hurt? M: No, it doesn't. D: Mom, please promise that it doesn't hurt you! This level of compassion MMD, and all the other's present there, too.
Yesterday, while at the salon, the aesthetician pulled me aside and asked if she could "play" with my makeup while I was waiting. I spent the next 20 minutes getting stellar advice, the nicest compliments I've ever received about my skin and facial structure, and a free application of very expensive makeup. Finding out that even a professional thinks I'm beautiful (when I've always hated my skin) really MMD! (And the new cut/color turned out great too!)