"Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds."----Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Today I had a very moving experience, in Goodwill of all places. I decided to go buy a bunch of "broken in" hoodies, sweatshirts, and T-shirts, for the cooler weather and for wearing out at the ranch. There were several people ahead of me in line and the slow moving, elderly, cashier allowed me time to observe them as I waited.
The lady at the front of the line had a tiny dog in her shopping cart that she talked to the whole time her order was being rung up. Behind her was a man, probably in his 30's, with long hair, and a crocheted stocking cap that almost looked like the ones that have the fake hair attached for Halloween. Between he and I, there was a young boy (maybe 9 or 10) holding a baseball and a batters helmet. While we were standing there waiting, the boys mother walked by and asked "What are you doing in line?" They boy replied, "I just want to ask how much this cost?" His mother shot back..."You are not to buy anything!" and she went off to the back of the store.
In the mean time the dog talker had completed her transaction and it was time for the man behind her to check out. He turned to the boy and said "You just needed to know the price of that helmet...go ahead of me". The elderly cashier searched the helmet for a price and finally came up with $2.00. The man in front of me said "add it to my bill" and bought it, plus the baseball, for the young boy who smiled from ear to ear and said "thank you!" The man told the cashier to tell the boy's mom he had purchased it, if she asked, and he left the store.
I was up...and fighting back tears. He was such a cute little kid, so excited about his gift, and actually grateful (something you don't see often enough). The man was smiling as he left...probably the best $2.00 he had spent in a long time. That $2.00 transaction made 3 people's day (maybe more, I was afraid I'd lose it if I made eye contact with anyone).
As I was checking out, the boy ran with his gift to the back of the store to tell his mom. I'm not sure how the exchange went but the next thing I knew the boy was running out the front door looking for the man, I presumed. He was already gone.
I was starting to get angry then. Did his mother tell him he had to give it back? Was she angry at him for getting something when she told him not to? He didn't ask for it! I was ready to head to the back of the store and give her a piece of my mind, if that was the case.
I walked outside I looked around for the boy. I was relieved to see him sitting in the car, with another family member, holding his baseball and batters helmet...he looked happy.
I walked to my car, sat down inside, and I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I had just witnessed a tiny act of kindness that made a big difference in at least 3 people's day.
Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it!