One day at school, towards the end of lunch, our table was called for dismissal. The teacher doesn't let us go until our table is clean. Every piece of trash was picked except for one carton of spilled chocolate milk. No one claimed it as theirs. We all wanted to leave but no one wanted to pick up the trash. As the teacher almost gave up, a tall young man in a black hoodie reached from behind me and grabbed the spilled carton of milk. It wasn't long until I realized that the young boy didn't even sit at that table, so it obviously wasn't his milk either. He really is a kindness superhero.