Dr. Ellen Langer

And I immediately felt that what had been burnt were things of my past.

So if I were to redo it today, that day, how many of those things would I have bought again or what have you?

But it was still a little scary.

But I might as well tell the whole story now because this turned out to be wonderful.

Really?

How could it have been wonderful?

Tell me.

So I go to the Charles Hotel to live now because I don't have a house.

And I have my two dogs.

And so I'm a sight to be seen, right?

You know, marching.

Okay.

It's Christmas.

Wow.

On Christmas Eve, I go out, I come back, and my room is full of gifts, not from the hotel management, not from the hotel owner, but from the so-called little people, the people who parked my car, the chambermaids, the waiters and waitresses.

It was years that when telling the story, I would cry.

Now, I've told it so many times.

And I don't remember, except for one thing, anything that I lost in the fire.

But every Christmas, I'm reminded of what I think is the basic goodness of people.

Wow.