They encourage you to pay for the person's order in the car behind yours as you're going through a fast-food or coffee-shop drive-through - a random act of kindness.
I did this once. I only had time to very briefly see the reaction on the young woman's face as she pulled up to the window to pay for her order. She looked into the back of my car as I pulled away, her eyes wide with astonishment.
I hope it made a difference in her day. I hope it touched her heart. But if it did, it surely paled in comparison to the feeling I received. It changed MY day.
So did I bless, or was I blessed?
Yesterday was laundry day for me. Living in a condominium, the ten units on our floor share a washer and dryer in a common laundry room. It's kept neat and clean by all of us, and often serves as a great visiting place. We have no set schedule, no reservations; it's more or less "first-come, first-served."
Yesterday as I carried in my basket of laundry and headed toward the washer, this is what I saw:
I floated through my laundry with a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart. It changed my day.
I don't know who the giver was. I have a suspicion but I won't ruin it by asking.
Those little random acts of kindness pack a lot of power in their punch. I urge you to try it sometime. Something as simple as a load of laundry.
So, what is your conclusion? Do you think that my kind neighbor blessed? Or was she blessed?
