There are some things that are rare to see anymore. A young man holding the door, someone stopping to help a fellow driver change a tire, or even a basic “please” or “thank you” are becoming rare occurrences. Every now and then, you get a small surprise in seeing some good human act of kindness….even if it is small in the eyes of some. I am lucky to have friends who are those people. Those good-hearted and kind people. The interesting twist is… I haven’t even met most of them.
Back in the day when I was planning my wedding, I signed up at Brides.com because there was this huge forum that had all these women asking each other questions, sharing ideas, and being great support systems to each other. It was cool. The women were cool. Okay…there was one or two that weren’t so helpful, but they didn’t matter because the sheer number of women who were there were completely incredible.
Anyway… I got to know quite a few of these ladies, and in the 5-6 years since I planned my wedding, I have stuck with them. We have been together on Facebook for quite some time now. And there are always new ones… ladies who have “met” other ladies under the same sort of circumstances. So…we all get to continue to know each other. We have grown into quite a group. We have shared childbirth, family stories, progress of our children, new business ventures, big moves, new jobs….and, sadly… we all share in deaths. We are something of a family, I suppose.
So… on to the story.
I did some graphic design work for a friend who I know through our cool little group on Facebook. I was extremely tickled for her when she got engaged and wished I could have gone to her wedding. She lives several states away. I don’t think that any of her requests were extreme. They were, in fact, quite simple and she was happy with whatever I did. She’s awesome like that. She said that she would pay me, but I refused. For me, I was getting to be a small part of her big day that I couldn’t make it to. That was reward enough. Apparently, not to her.
In the mail I received a box. In that box was this sweet Thirty-One bag (I had wanted one forever and she had to have known because she sells them) and art supplies that were exactly what I would have bought myself. She took the time to have the bag embroidered and figure out what I use for drawing without even asking me.
See? This is what I mean! How often do you get to witness, or even be a part of, something like that? And…. she and I have never met face to face.
I cried. I was so touched by her thoughtfulness that I cried. THAT doesn’t happen every day, ladies and gents.
So… next time someone actually does something thoughtful for you, remember to say “Thank you” and really truly mean it. As rare as these occurrences are, we can all afford to contribute a little…making our own little moments of kindness.
My very sweet friend also has her own blog. She is a writer and her blog is really kind of fantastic. Go check out Read, Rate & Review. I highly recommend it!