I find myself being "un-surprised" by people. From the people who cut in front of you in line at the grocery store, steal the parking space you've had your blinker on and they zip in from the other direction, feel it necessary to make inferences/implications about your personal life to either you or other people, you know what I'm talking about. And I don't mean that in a "glass half-empty" kind of way either. It just doesn't phase me any more. I don't get angry. I just move on and know I've done things on accident before or maybe they have a gazillion things going on in their head and aren't paying attention. No biggie.
I guess maybe I'm just looking at the world differently. Rose colored glasses? I don't know. I think it's because I've just come to accept imperfections as the way life is. Goodness knows I have my own (can I get an "amen!"...it's a Beth Moore thing.).
So this morning while in line for my grande non-fat caramel machiatto at SBux, I pull up to the window to have my barista tell me, "The gentlemen in front of you paid for your order."
"I'm sorry. What?"
"That's right. He paid for it and said he hopes you have a good day."
I stretch my neck to see if the car, truck, whatever it was that was in front of me is still around. It's not.
"Why? I mean...did he say why?"
"No. Just to be kind."
Of course that's why. A nice person. And here I am asking 'why'. I thought maybe it was someone I knew. But if it were, they would have waited and waved. Or called. Something.
So to the stranger in front of me this morning in line at SBux...I wish I had the chance to say 'Thank You' and yes, you did start my day off on a good note.
Want to know how I could have thanked him? I should have passed it on and paid for the person behind me. Since I was still in shock and a little giddy someone had been so kind...I didn't.
Doesn't mean I still can't though...pass it on, that is.
Looking forward to completing my own random act of kindness...
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