I've recently borrowed the book "Three Cups of Tea" but haven't started reading it yet. It's a true story about this one guy who wasn't successful in his attempt to climb a moutain (In Pakistan)...and his "failure" landed him amongst these local villagers. They were so generous and welcoming. Their kindness touched the climber soo much that he went back and built them a school.
People like that truly amaze me. I only pray that kind stuff is part of my destiny.
Oh and this is one of my favorite quotes, by Rumi nonetheless:
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
I relate to that 100%.