Whoa…I have heard about this stuff happening, but never experienced it myself until today. This morning, a stranger reached in front of me with a twenty dollar bill and bought my milk, juice and newspaper while I stood, stunned, staring at the “out of order” sign taped to the credit card machine, my card still in my hand which was locked in the mid-air swipe position.
I had dashed to my local 7-11 before heading to work to grab the necessities that I promised my winter vacationing teen boys would be waiting for them, whenever they emerged from their hibernation. They are lost without their morning, er, make that afternoon bowls of cereal..I swear I have purchased a Mercedes Benz worth of milk in the last fifteen years.
So, I stared blankly at the tall, 50-something man, and suddenly felt like an extra in “Oliver Twist”…”for me Sir?”..I whispered. The line was stacking up fast with folks with a single cup of coffee and places to go. He stuck his hand out and said, “I’m Dan”, and off my angel went.
Now, I’m kicking myself..had my cognitive processing skills not been completely shut down by his generosity, I would have put the juice and newspaper back and replaced the milk with a smaller container…and maybe on my way to replace those things, I would have realized that the ATM, which I have used a zillion times, was in the back of the store, and I would have gotten my own twenty and paid for my own groceries. Nope..none of that, I just stood there, feeling the tears starting to well from this kind gesture.
Thank you Dan, I will do this for someone else very soon, someone more deserving than myself , and if they thank me, I’ll tell them it was all you, good man.