She quickly made her way to our table at Denny’s, pencil and pad in hand, a wide smile and a chipper energy. Can I get you some coffee? And then after getting the hot coffee, are you ready to order? When we weren’t, she said, take your time. And she really meant it. Breakfast was delicious. The waitress’ smile and sweetness throughout our breakfast, and her attentiveness, were the icing on the cake—or on the pancakes.
Then at Walmart, I was stuck in one of those endless lines. Fortunately I didn’t have many items. The man in front of me kept glancing back at me, his cart fairly full. Suddenly he turned around and said, you should go ahead, you don’t have that many items. I said, but I do, they’re just piled in this little section here, pointing to the place where children often sit. No, no you go ahead. It’s okay. So I did. As I was leaving, I looked back to thank him, and realized he’d let another women ahead of him.
At the gas station, two cars were parked next to each other. One was about to leave and the passenger of the other car couldn’t squeeze in to enter her side. The other car’s driver (he must have been waiting for someone in the market) started to back up so the woman, soda drink in hand, could get in the other car. The soda drink woman protested, no, no, it’s okay, my guy will back up, really it’s okay. Slowly the other car drove forward while her car backed up to let her enter her side. I caught her eye and smiled. She smiled back.
After days and months of rants and raves about the state of this country and the world, a little generosity and kindness go a long way.Published in