Luck

Bob: You're not bad, Sam. You're the opposite of bad, like some kind of pure goodness I didn't think was possible for a human. Your first instinct is to share, like the tasty meat bread. Or to help, even if helping might stop you from getting what you want the most. And what's crazier is what you want the most isn't even for you. You want good things for others in a way that I can't comprehend, and you'll endure the worst bad luck ever to make it happen. I was wrong to ever tell you not to try because every time you do, you make things better. And that's how I know.

Sam: Know what?

Bob: That your friend Hazel doesn't need good luck. She's already the luckiest girl in the world 'cause she has you.