It’s Monday morning and I really should be getting ready for work, but something small, but extraordinary happened this morning that I need to write about, while it’s still fresh.
It seemed like a typical Monday morning, except for the fact that I actually did want to get out of bed and start my day. It’s been a while since I looked forward to a day at work, so that was different. As usual, though, I realized that I hadn’t gotten cash over the weekend to cover lunch money, so after dropping off Mike at school (he makes his own lunch) I drove to the bank with Kate. The plan was to get cash from the ATM and then go to Starbucks and get coffee and change.
We got our cash and drove around the corner to Starbucks, which oddly enough was line free. I vaguely remember a green truck in front of us as Kate and I were in conversation and I don’t often stare down the car in front of me. As we drove up to the window, I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill to hand to the girl working the drive-thru window and she said that the man in front of us paid our bill.
It almost didn’t register. By the time it did, the truck was long gone. I could not offer thanks. Now over my many years on this planet, I have had more than my fair share of men buy me drinks. (usually in a bar and usually with some intent of receiving some sort of payback) I don’t say that to brag, because I don’t believe myself to be unlike every other woman in the world, it’s just something that happens. This was different, I didn’t even have the chance to give a slight nod of acknowledgment or thanks and there was no indication that this person paid for any other reason than it made him feel good.
I started to put my money back in my wallet and then it struck me that this was the perfect opportunity to pay it forward. So, I paid for the person behind me. I hope that this random act of kindness I received today and passed on will be passed on and on all day. I hope the kind gentleman in front of me in the Starbucks drive-thru has a truly blessed day and that by the end of the day, his sweetness is returned to him tenfold. It was especially nice to share this experience with my daughter, as I don’t think she had ever experienced a random act of kindness from a total stranger. In her own words, it was “intense”.
It’s nice to know that even at Starbucks, tiny miracles can happen.