One young mother noticed that another mother’s little girl
was beginning to look cold even though she had a warm hoodie over her top. They
were both immediately behind me in line. Let’s call them Mother O (she was
maybe 5 years older than the other mother) and Mother Y (the younger one).
Mother O nudged her own daughter, about 3 years older than hoodie-daughter, and
they asked us to hold their place, and they went back to their own car and
brought back an extra jacket, a big one, nice and roomy and it went around the
younger girl and warmed her considerably. They did not have to do that - that
was the first thing.
Mother O and Mother Y chatted a bit. Mother Y had only come
into our state about 5 months before and was still trying to find the “right”
school for her daughter. Mother O began sharing with Mother Y a few schools
that she knew of because of her own daughter and Mother Y made notes on her
gadget. Mother O could have simply kept quiet and not bothered. That was the
second thing.
Mother O also shared with a few of us in line the names and
locations of a few other places we might find helpful. Once again, she did not
need to do that. That was the third thing.
One other mother came up to the sidewalk curb, struggling to
get her baby’s buggy up the curb and onto the sidewalk so she could get in
line. Three different, unrelated folks in line went right over to help her
nudge the cumbersome thing up onto the sidewalk.
I was amazed and delighted at all these acts of kindness.
They weren’t magnificent gestures; they were small and simple things. Each
person could have kept to themselves, dwelling on the situations that led them
to be in a food distribution line, not caring about the others. The magnificent
part was that they helped others. How great is that?
Father, thank you for those who care about others. Thank you
for the ones who show us that even the smallest gesture of kindness can warm
our hearts and inspire us to do likewise. Thank you.
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