And then on the tail end of my run, I saw a guy running fast, and holding a clear plastic bag in his right hand. It took me a minute to figure out what was in the nearly full bag, but then I saw him scramble up an embankment and snag a discarded red McDonalds french fry box. Every thirty or so steps he added another piece of discarded paper or plastic.
There is so much wrong with the world that it can seem overwhelming. Yet both of these people have dedicated themselves to making a difference, no matter how small.