On their way to shul this morning, my father and brother were walking towards an African American man, who had his hands stretched out, and was shouting, “Out of all of the Jews who passed me this morning, only this one (the man in front of my father) said hello to me! He must be the Savior!”
My father, inspired, said hello when he passed (after which the man said “he must also be the savior!”) , and used the opportunity to teach my brother about how easy it is to make a kiddush Hashem, or chas veshalom, the opposite.