It was just another Sunday lunch. Church was over, and we were sitting at Fazoli’s.
“Where’s our food?” asked someone. “This is taking SO long!”
Someone else began critiquing the sermon … and I drifted off mentally to my “happy place.”
But this was interrupted by a little boy and girl, maybe 5 and 7 years old. They approached our table and held out a little jelly jar to me.
“Here,” they said. “This is for you. You use it to wash your hands.”
And then they turned and left, heading out the door and into a van, where I looked at the driver — presumably their mom. She waved at me and smiled, and I did the same.
I studied the jar, feeling pretty excited, because we had been victims of the much-vaunted random act of kindness. You know, when you do something nice for someone, preferably a stranger, just for the sake of being nice.
The hand scrub now sits on the downstairs bathroom counter, where it gives me a happy feeling each time I use a bit.
Because despite the headlines, and despite our daily discouragements, there are still good people in the world.
Do you have a random act of kindness story?