An Act of Kindness

Several months ago my wife and I went to a local restaurant for a nice meal.  She has a difficult time getting around and eating inside is a treat for us as we usually just sit in the car and enjoy a burger and coffee.  We parked in the handicapped slots near the front door and were visible from the windows in the restaurant. 

We had a very nice meal and since it was after the noon crowd had left the restaurant was almost empty.  Our waitress had waited on us before and we kidded around a little while we enjoyed our last coffee.  I asked for the check and the waitress said the meal had been paid for.  I asked her what she meant and she said someone paid for our meal for us.  Unbelievable.  I asked her who paid for the meal and the waitress said just some lady who was sitting by a window seat in the back of the restaurant and she left after paying for our meal.  She said it was an act of kindness.  I could get no more information from her but it really made my day.  Our will was around thirty five dollars.   

My wife and I are just eighty years old and drive a nice car altho it is twelve years old.  We dress decently, I suppose, and are doing alright financially.  Anyhow. 

Today, after a short shopping trip and getting a haircut, I stopped by McDonald's to pick up a meal for the two of us.  There were a lot of kids in the restaurant having a good time and eating and visiting after a day in school.  Only one cash register was open and it took a while to get waited on.  The cashier was new and not totally familiar with the procedure, you get a lot of that in McDonald's, but she was keeping her cool very well.  I had a question about their salads and she went and asked the manager for my answer.  There was a young lady, perhaps in her thirties but who can tell, standing next to me who was waiting also.  'I guess we are really putting her thru her paces.' I said to the lady.  She nodded yes to me. 

I finally got my MacRib sandwich and salad and had a twenty that I had removed from my wallet while waiting.  The cashier told me my bill was paid for and I owed her nothing.  'Who paid the bill', I asked.  She indicated the lady standing by next to me, who was still waiting for her food.  I was dumbfounded and asked her why she paid my bill.  She replied, 'Just because I wanted to.' and then she was gone.  I did thank her before she left.

Something is going on out there and I like it and intend to be a part of it.  While a lot of rudeness and bad behavior is going on and everyone is blaming everyone else, some people are doing these acts of kindness quietly.  It has really effected me and I intend to pass on the value of the two meals to others and add a little of my own.  I made no attempt to explain that I did not need their handout but realize that would be cruel as they were getting joy out of giving and helping someone out.  I know it really made my day. 

As a matter of fact, I have, over the years, given a few meals away and helped people who needed gas money etc.  I know in every case it made me feel a lot better than the person who received the handout.  Yes, I know some of my handouts ended up buying booze or, now-a-days, drugs but that is their problem and not mine.  I do not judge them at all.  Anyhow.

Update

I just noticed on my profile I mention I take piano lessons. Well, I don't take them anymore as my piano teacher died. I still have diabetes tho. At least the doctor tells me I do.
Oh yea! I still enjoy playing the piano altho I have a digital instrument and only play it with earphones on. XYL does not like to hear it and is too critical of my playing so I just bang away on it and enjoy it myself.
To really update my profile, I am making good progress on my autobiography. I am writing that and running off six copies, one for each of my five grandkids, who are now all grown up and one for my files. I skipped a copy for my own kids as I guess they heard everything I had to say about me first handed. I am leaving passing anything of value to my great grandkids; triplets plus one, if they wish. The autobiography should make a good door stop when Spring gets here. Maybe, since my grandkids seem to be creative, find another use for it. Whatever.

Am I signed in????

I have not signed into my Blog for a while. Now I had a difficult time signing in I guess because I have so many passwords to too many accounts. I went to Google and they ask for all kind of info and I tried every combination of password, address, 'Who was your first grade teacher' (That was 75 years ago, give me a break..... aamof I had a difficult time trying to forget her.) Then out of the clear, blue (Today it is clear and blue in Socal.) sky my blog opens up for me to write into. So the question I have is; am I really signed in? I will see. If I am I guess I will just leave this nonsense on the blog. It most likely makes more sense than what I intended to write, anyhow.