When I was a child, I remember school days started by placing by right hand over my heart and facing the flag at the front of the classroom and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance with my classmates. I didn’t exactly tingle, but I remember feeling that I was performing a special rite, that the words and the flag and holding my hand over my heart meant something.  I was also touched by knowing that the ritual meant a lot, maybe something similar, to others. When my mother was in her eighties and could no longer drive, I would drive her to her beauty parlor. Getting her hair styled lifted her spirits, but sharing the experience with the same group of women meant a lot, too. Think of one or two activities you value in a special way because you’re performing them in a group that values the same thing.