This evening, I witnessed an act of kindness from a team of folks in Duck Donuts, Arlington, VA.
It was minutes before close, the line was out the door, they’d served 3000 customers. The crew working this shift had been there since 2pm and 7+ hours later, they were still working hard.
It’s National Donut Day.
Call us procrastinators. Desperate. Or hopeful.
Although we were forewarned by a customer that no more donuts were being served, 10-12 of us stood in line, with puppy dog eyes, hoping for a miracle.
That’s when I saw it…
Someone (I assume the manager), came in with a few pizzas for the team, Ingrid poured in more donut batter and then the moment we all had been wishing for.. the manager announced they’d serve us latecomers!
And my new 8th grade friend, Alex, along with his brother Vic and friend Dennis captured it.
Who said love is reserved for the loveable? Or the romantics? Or the people whose status = ‘in a relationship’? I’m aiming to expand my love footprint – even to those who rub me the wrong way. And that’s easier said than done.
So, here’s what happened for me when I accepted the love challenge…
‘Love Day’ = Valentine’s Day
Yes, it’s overly commercialized. Yes, flowers and dinner are overpriced. BUT…
Why not re-purpose Valentine’s Day and surprise some
unloveable, oops, I mean un-expecting person with a gift. Maybe it’s a mean teacher or a nasty co-worker. Stretch yourself and do something kind anyway.
I caught you red handed red haired guy!
You were considerate of others behind you in the security line. You grabbed extra bins when they had run out – not just a few for you but a whole stack of them.
You didn’t have to do that. You weren’t part of the security staff. But I noticed and that warmed my heart and made me want to do something nice for someone else.
Thanks for being the spark.
~ In SFO security check
It was early in the morning (before 6am) but I caught you!
At Dulles airport this morning, a man in a yellow jacket and white hat was traveling with what appeared to be a group of family members. There was a little boy in the group who drove his suitcase right through a set of lane dividers, knocking down one of the posts.
The momma in me wanted to say, ‘boy come back and pick that up’ in a less than kind tone.
But the man in the yellow jacket did the kind thing – he let the little boy continue walking with the group and he picked the pole up himself (and didnt even follow up with a mean look at the little boy).
That was kind.
~ Observed a kind family member being patient and merciful to a child in Dulles, VA
My first west coast kind encounter!!!!
It happened in the tram at the San Francisco airport. A man entered the tram, clearly frazzled and looking for help getting to his flight. In desperation he asked the few of us gathered in the tram and one man took it upon himself to step in calmly ask the gentleman where he was trying to go. He showed him the map and patiently found the destination for him. He even advised him on the best way to get there (hop off and catch the next tram going in the opposite direction).
That was kind.
How many times have we found ourselves in a similar position and did nothing to help (like me) – stuck in my old world – focused on getting to the rental car pick-up. This guy took the time to make it his business to help someone else. I’m glad I caught him in the act.
~ Kudos to the San Francisco, CA caring guy at the airport
Don’t judge me. Yes I still prefer a Taxi over Uber or Lyft.
Well this morning my cabby arrived quite promptly and waited patiently as I drug myself and all my stuff out of the house at 4:30 this morning. He was pleasant and considerate – no attitude for having to sit out there in the dark wondering if this lady would ever emerge.
That was kind of him.
~ Appreciative (but tired) early morning traveler in Fairfax, VA
In the DMV I’m used to the every-driver-for-himself, road-rage-is-normal mentality so when this kind lady let me get in front of her then turned into the same day cleaners I was going to I had to give her card #3.
That was kind. Especially given the truck about to ram her in the back for letting me in.
~ Happy to have met a kind driver in Vienna, VA
While her soon-to-be-wife did my twists (which are one of my favorite things in life right now), my friend was so supportive to both of us. On her Saturday morning, she watched TV with us, shared in conversation, ran errands for hair products and food – all the things I would slept in late to avoid on a Saturday morning.
She showed such patience and selflessness by serving us. Thanks Amanda!