1) The other day I was out running for my bootcamp class. I hate running. I was huffing and puffing and everyone was passing me up. And I was grumpy, thinking of all the things that had to be done that day and how would I keep up and why in the world have I still not trained myself to be a faster runner!?
Half way through my run a lady was crossing the street walking her dog with a smile. And do you know what that smiling lady said to me? She said, “you sure look good!”
Little thing, right?
Tiny in the whole scheme of things.
But do you know what that little thing did to my heart? Made it feel like I could get through that dang run. My steps became lighter and although it was still hard, that little one-liner of kindness helped me to the finish line.
2) I had just finished checking out at the grocery store and was gathering my bags as a young mom holding her daughter’s hand asked the cashier if she could by chance just give him her credit card number for the loaf of french bread she was trying to buy since she had accidentally left her wallet in her car. The cashier told her sorry, she had to run grab it and as she started out I turned her around and told her to let me buy her the bread. I’ve been there, done that, I explained, (forgotten my wallet with a child attached to my leg, late for dinner, blah blah blah, and the last thing I wanted to do was drag that child with me to go get it!).
At first she said no, she was fine, she couldn’t let me do that for her, but I told her to please let me do my tiny act of service for the day and reminded her the bread was $2.02 for crying out loud! She gave in and was so grateful, telling her daughter they better go find some service to pay it forward.
I tell this story because you know what? I’m pretty positive that little minuscule act of service made me even more happy than it made that lady.
Scattering a little light gives endorphins to the giver.
3) Right before the holidays Claire tried out for the junior high cheer team.
She was hopeful.
Tumbling is her thing. She has never seemed to be able to get enough of it. And her smile and enthusiasm are not on the “normal” spectrum in my opinion (but then, I am her mother, so take that with a grain of salt…).
But she didn’t make it.
And all 85 of her friends who tried out, did.
(At least that’s how it seemed to her.)
She was sad. No amount of chiding about how great it was that she put herself “in the arena” and “maybe it’s better because man alive that would be hard to manage with soccer too” seemed to do her any good.
But then she got this text from her friend:
And somehow that made everything better. It was amazing to see how that sweet, kind act from one friend taking the time to text her a little light to break into her darkness made all the difference.
A little kindness goes a long way and I’m so grateful for what it does to the soul.
To the giver and the receiver as well.