Something that really moved me and has stuck with me ever since.
There was a little militaria shop or something like that in downtown San Diego or one of the peripheral areas and I really, really wanted to see some old fighting knives that I could see through the glass but there was a hand written note on the door that the guy was gone, and would be gone for a long while because he was attending some pro-life event out of state.
It has been many years and I don’t remember exactly why it moved me, but I think it was because the tiny shop looked like a guy who barely keeps it together with his little niche store and keeping up with rent and bills, yet here he was going on a mission that the note poignantly implied was of very great importance to him.