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#31daymarch Blog Challenge- Kindness Rocks
We’re onto Day 6: Your last random act of kindness.
While I know this does exist outside of the fact that I gave the kids an extra piece of dark chocolate this afternoon, I’d rather talk about the last random act of kindness that I encountered. Because, those are the ones that give me faith in humanity.
My mom and I took the older girls to Disney on Ice the week after Christmas and, like always, we struggled with parking at a metered spot on the street or paying the cost of the parking garage. Knowing that I was about to dish out 42 thousand dollars on colored ice once I got inside those arena doors, I chose to park along the metered street.
Naturally, the cost of the metered time slots had gone up since the last time I’d parked there, and we soon realized, after the girls were out of the car, that we didn’t have enough actual quarters to cover the time of the show. We had nickels and dimes and a year’s worth of gum wrappers, but those little machines don’t run on the lowly coin denominations or kids’ waste. (Luckily, that’s what we have casinos for.)
A 20-something young man, clad in hipster gear and headphones, came walking down the sidewalk. I will fully admit that I immediately assumed a young guy would be of no use. But, hoping that he could hear through his music, I stopped him and asked politely if he had any quarters that I could give him nickels and dimes for.
What happened next blew my mind.
He not only had a few quarters, but he had an entire pocketful of them. There had to be at least 40 in there. And you know what he did? He refused my money and put 5 hours worth of quarters in our machine. He just kept pouring them in, saying things like, “Your girls are adorable. They’re gonna love the show.” And, “I’ll put a few extra in so that you have some time to get in and out.” And, “What am I gonna do with these quarters anyway? Here, I’ll give you a few more so that you can take your time.” Each time he poured more in, we kept thanking him and saying he didn’t have to give us any more, and he kept giving us more.
He was a kind, friendly soul and in that moment, I felt the humbling love from the Universe. I was beyond grateful to this guy for making that moment of our day just that much easier. I’m throwing a virtual high-five to him right now.
The show was one of the best Disney ice performances we’ve seen, the (sneaked in stovetop) popcorn and snow cones were delicious and the beer I treated myself and mom to was a bonus. (I was the only mom at the beer stand inside, but we all have our own thing.)
Naturally, the night couldn’t end without some incidence of sort, and my mom ended up tripping over Lily and a pothole at the same time on our walk back to the car, and she fell, face-first, into the street and chipped off half of her front tooth. While that sounds awfully, dramatic (and it was for a moment), we laughed more in that instance than we did all year. Of course, Lily will now need counseling for thinking she broke grandma’s face, but she’ll get over it. And her tooth was fixed so that you’d never know that the beer I gave her obviously wasn’t a bonus after all.
Do you have a random act of kindness story to tell? Link up at Fabulous Finds by Tiffany!