Danny was in his tracksuit taking his morning run, twice round the block in preparation for a five kilometer race for charity when he ran past a couple of kids playing football. An overzealous kick a few seconds later and Danny nearly trips over the ball.

"Oi, mister, can you pass the ball back."

Danny obliged adding a tad more velocity to the ball. The ball flew past their heads into the Smythe's garden breaking the hat off a garden gnome. Danny smiled to himself, turned around and continued his run. The two kids, caught by Mrs Smythe who was wielding her broom, and got their backsides whacked as they tried to blame Danny who had disappeared out of sight.

"Don't lie to me," Mrs Smythe shouted, "your ball, I saw you playing not five minutes ago with it. Your fault!"

The kids, with a tear in their eyes picked up the ball and ran home,

Danny had extended his run around the park. Smiling to himself, getting warm from the running, he came across an old lady whose shopping had fallen out onto the pavement.

Reaching the old lady, Danny stopped and helped pick up the shopping, waited with the lady, Mrs Swiftly, for the Uber taxi he had phoned for.

When the taxi arrived, he helped Mrs Swiftly into the car, closed the door, waved bye and continued on his run. In the space of half hour he had gone from a mischievious naughty git to a good samaritan.

Conflicted as to hom he should feel, Danny entered the house, kissed his wife on the head and went for his shower.