A 10 year-old boy at school was celebrating his birthday allowed to invite two boys to join him for lunch. He chose his best friend and another kid his mom didn’t know. When she asked, who he was and why did he ask him, her son said, “Because no one talks to him.”
At a 12 Step meeting, an elderly woman came in with her Cocker Spaniel. The guard at the church’s front desk told her dogs aren’t allowed. When she said, he was a Service Dog and had just forgotten his vest, he said, without it, he was just another dog.
His boss appeared and after hearing the story allowed the lady in with her beloved pup. He then went on his way…in his wheelchair.
I was coming home from Whole Foods proud of myself only taking one bag that, crossing the avenue broke, my pears and and oranges rolling down Lexington like ground ball hits.
A hard hat having his lunch ran after them retrieving each one, while a woman watching, who had double bagged, gave me one of hers.
A woman was behind another woman at Staples who had a shopping cart filled with school supplies. When she asked, if she was a teacher and when the woman said yes, paid for the whole thing.
Last but not least, my neighbors across the hall moved to Spain. I hate good byes, but knew, the right thing was to go over and wish them well. Before I could do this, the two little girls beat me to it. There they were three years after we met, taller, baby teeth missing, two little lights I know I’ll never see again.
They both at the same time, hugged me tightly around my waist and said, “Thank you for always being so good to us. We’ll miss you.”
The little one, as sensitive as a buttercup, handed me a wad of bright pink Kleenex all three of us shared.