Recently I was in the drive-up at the local Dunkin' Donuts, waiting to pick up our coffees, since we had a long drive ahead of us. There were 4 of us. When I got up to the window, the clerk told me that the person in front of us had paid our tab. This is the first time anything like this ever happened to me! So naturally, I paid the tab of the person behind me. One good deed deserves another, right?
Not really random, but when my kids were very young and I was still making babies (I had 4 in 5 years), I was in a mom's support group that used to be called "FEMALE", for "Formerly Employed Mothers At Loose Ends." The name changed subsequently to "Mothers and More." I enjoyed the camaraderie of other women who were making the economic sacrifice to be mostly at home (many of us had one or more part-time jobs.) We took care of each other.
Whenever someone would have a baby, the calls would go out and we'd sign up to bring that mom dinners, usually for at least a week, once she was home with the baby. All I needed to hear was how many people, how old are the kids, and where do they live. Then I'd do my part to make her life easier. This worked out for me also, since after my second child I got a week's worth of dinners, but after my third child, I must have had almost three weeks of dinners supplied by other moms. Sometimes no one liked the meals I got, but at least we were fed, and most supplied a dessert as well, so at least the kids would eat that!
I remember talking to my mom, telling her about receiving the dinners, and she'd be so happy that I had such good friends, even though I'd point out that many of the women who delivered meals I had never met before. But when I'd tell her in subsequent years that I had to hang up, since I was delivering a dinner to someone else, she'd question why I was doing that, since money was tight for us. I'd point out that when I needed, things were supplied to me by the universal karma that surrounds the planet, courtesy of other women. So when someone else needed, it was my turn to step up and deliver. I never regretted making meals for strangers...in fact, it made me feel, somehow, more totally human, since I was giving to another person just because, with no expectation of getting anything in return.
How about you? Have you ever received a random act of kindness? Or have you ever done one? How did it make you feel?
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