We were at the airport dropping off family guests , and while they were checking in (with a little too much luggage, let’s be honest), I noticed how messy the international cart section was.
Everyone just left their carts scattered around—blocking aisles, criss-crossed, completely ignored. So while we waited, I started organizing them. Just a few at first. Then more. I even got my nephew to help.
People stared. My sister told me to stop. But I didn’t.
It felt good. Not for recognition—but because it was something I could do.
It didn’t cost anything. It didn’t take much. But it made things a little better for the next person.
That’s what RAoW is all about.
— XO, Roxy’s Hooman 🐾
