No telling who the black man with the hole in his throat really is. My husband only knows that when he can’t start his car today after buying gas, the stranger approaches him and offers a helping hand.
He lifts the hood and takes a look, fiddles around and voila! The jeep is resurrected. My husband opens his wallet and offers a $20 bill to the man – the last of the cash he has on hand after purchasing a tank of gas.
“Much obliged,” the stranger says. “I’ve only got half of my rent together for this month, and this will help me pay the rest.”
Win – Win.
My daughter Abi hits Chili’s Bar & Grill for an early dinner with some girlfriends. They order the 2 for $20 meal - appetizer and two entrees included - to split among them.
They see only two people working the floor: a waitress, and what appears to be a manager moseying about, refilling drinks, and checking on customers. He frequently ambles by the girls’ table with a pitcher of tea to be sure their glasses stay filled.
During their meal, Abi receives a disturbing phone call, one which brings tears to her eyes. Since she’s already tired from lack of sleep the previous night, the call intensifies matters and produces outright weeping.
Within minutes their waitress returns, kneels by the table, and points to the young manager. “Michael over there saw you crying and told me to give you this.” She hands Abi a $20 bill.
“He says he can’t bear to see a pretty girl cry, and the meal is on him. All you need to pay for are your teas.” Then the waitress gives her extra napkins to dry her eyes, which leads to even more crying – this time tears of joy and gratitude over the kindness of strangers.
When have you witnessed the kindness of strangers?
Or been that kind stranger yourself?