Good People

My morning started out a little rough.  It was barely 9am, and I thought my day was destined to be a bad one.

Luckily, it quickly became better --starting with getting my hair done, a task that has been neglected since I started working nearly three months ago.  After my hair appointment, I ran over the mall to make a few exchanges for my mom.  While I was there, I decided to pick up some lunch.  After ordering my food, I began to search for a table in the craziness that is the mall after Christmas.

I was beginning to think my search would end in no avail when an older man sitting at a table near me asked "Ma'am are you looking for a table?"

"Yes, I am but I think I see one that's about to be available over there," I said pointing.  I didn't want to make this gentleman get up from his seat.  Even if he wasn't eating, he was older and I thought his age warranted his sitting in that chair all day long if so chose.

But before I could walk away, he said "No ma'am.  I'm going to give you THIS table."

"Are you sure?!" I asked.

"Yes," he said with a grin on his face as he gently rose from his seat.  "I'm just passing the time anyway."

I thanked him thoroughly and felt a smile permeating my face as I sat down with my food thinking  "Chivalry is not dead."

I finished up my last errands and had just arrived home when I received a text message from a friend telling me she'd emailed me some correspondence she'd had with my husband who is away overseas.  In short, the conversation involved my husband thanking her and her family for the care packages they'd sent to him for Christmas and her response saying she was more than glad to help and how much she admired about me and my strength.

The conversation had me laughing at the beginning (at my husband's jokes and extreme admiration for chocolate) and in tears at the end reading the kind words from both him and her.  I don't think I'll ever be able to adequately express what her words meant to me, nor will I ever forget them.  Judging from all of the sweet things she wrote about me, I have a lot to live up to :)

So I guess the moral of this story is that there are still kind people in the world.  And even on your bad days, if you look hard enough, you'll find some good.

Thank you Lord for my blessings.