Today was a rainy dreary day. We have a lot where I live. I had an umbrella and when I got to my class, I slid it under my chair in the book rack that I never use for books. As I placed it there I thought to myself, "I will forget this." Unfortunately it seemed like the most logical place to leave a wet umbrella.
I did forget it, but only went to the restroom. I remembered it as I washed my hands and left hastily to reclaim my little pink umbrella. I walked out to find two of the men in my class calling out, "there she is." One I have been in classes with for over a year and so he had my number and was already calling my phone to tell me I had left my umbrella.
To me this was going out of their way. Out of their way to return a possession to me that was clearly something easily replaced, but they showed enough concern and caring to make the effort to locate me. I was struck by their concern, especially because both these men have handicaps; one permanently sports a wheel chair and the other crutches. This does not make their kindness any more rare, but in my mind they have enough to handle without fretting over my absentmindedness. This small act was so appreciated.
I must try to remember that a small act of kindness can be such an inspiration to those around us.
Very true, Molly. Thanks for bringing it to light.
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