kind experiences pg4

I once went for a massage because for a few days I could barely move my neck. I was in quite a lot of pain. So I made the appointment and within 2 hours I was there. When I went to check-out, they told me someone had already paid the bill. There were only 3 people I had told, and as I asked each of them, none of them paid for it. To this day I still don't know who paid for it. All I can say is that I am extremely grateful!

Stopped at the local Pet Supplies Plus to get our dog some Greenie chews. The Greenie delivery man was there and asked if I needed any help. I told him what I was looking for, and he gave me a $10.00 off coupon (for purchasing two boxes). I told him that my kids' elementary school was having a drive for the local Humane Society, and asked if I could have another coupon to purchase two more boxes to donate for the drive. He gladly gave me anothere one, I thanked him and went to check out.

As I was leaving the store, the Greenie guy asked me to come out to his truck. I did, and he pulled out four cases of dog food for the kids to donate for the Humane Society drive!

I love people!

I was listening to NPR/Marketplace recently, and heard an interview with Wendell Pierce (actor), who recently invested in grocery stores in New Orleans, specifically in areas hit hardest by Hurricane Katrina. The interviewer asked him why he got involved in such a dramatically different way than his chosen profession, and he said a quote that I cannot get out of my mind: "If not me, who? If not now, when? If not here, where?" I've been struck by that phrase, think about it regularly, and have been seeking opportunities to apply it. I donated to two charities in the past week that are near to my heart, I put money in someone's expired parking meter, I bought milk and fruit for a homeless man outside a gas station, and I'm actively looking for ways to be me, now, and here. I hope you will too.

Find the full interview here: it is very moving.

Last year I was meeting my sister and cousin at the Betty Brinn Children's Museum, it was a very busy Saturday and while I was waiting in line I overheard that this was also the first time for the Dad and Daughter behind me, and it was the little girl's birthday. I looked up at the price board and was surprised at how expensive it was, since I don't have children, and this outing wasn't going to be expensive for me, I paid for the Dad and Daughter behind me - which I normally would feel is presumptuous, but since it was her birthday it was an easy way to take care of the bill without it looking poorly on her father - he was very appreciative and it seemed to add a bit of unexpected surprises to their day.

One day I decided to ask the "popular" kid in class if he had any clothes he'd outgrown that I could give to a "kid in need". Nicely, he delivered a sack, full of Nike's best.
When I had the sack in hand, I knew just who I wanted to give it to. Karl. The weirdo, outcast, kid that made chairs out of paper during class (yes, he really did). Poor, no one wanted to hang around, Karl.

So I made the call. "Karl, may I stop over to drop a bag of clothes off to you?"
I reallly thought it was the cool clothes that may help him get friends, not look so poor, be more like the others.

Well, after dropping off the bag I got the biggest lesson of my life.

Nothing about clothes.
Nothing about Nike and being "cool" like the other kids. 
It was all about taking the time to care. Karl gave me a hug the next day. Not becasue of the clothes bag. But becasue I thought about him for 2 minutes more than anyone else that day and made that weird extra effort. and yes, he wore those Nike running pants every day for 2 years after that.

and the popular kid, he came to me also, feeling good about our secret "gift" of clothes.

why did I decide to write here? It's truly the littlest things that make the biggest difference, just like sharing these stories and making us smile and wanting to do more.