Today’s post is a follow-up to A Goal of Love posted on Saturday, March 2nd which was about a hockey player taking time out of his day to be kind to a young fan. The goaltender was more than kind; he epitomized everything in this banner.
How often does something wonderful happen to us and we think we should pay it forward but something blocks our action to follow through. Perhaps we need reminding of this simple little gesture of good will by keeping these words at the forefront of our lives.
So now you’ve read about the cleaning lady, Mrs. Nat King Cole and today it is about another lesson learned on the internet.
Always Remember Those Who Serve – In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “Fifty cents,” replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it. “Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied. The little boy counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn’t have the sundae because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Tomorrow: The Obstacle in our Path
The world is full of beautiful people. Last Wednesday evening I had the opportunity to spend time with some of the most beautiful people I know. They are the epitome of caring, kindness, goodness, generosity, selflessness. Not a week goes by that these people are not expressing one or more of these attributes to someone, somewhere, at some time.
On that Wednesday evening, a friend and I were the recipients of this couple’s generosity. We were treated to dinner out and a concert featuring Handel’s “Messiah” which has been performed by many musical companies around the world. The only thing I really knew about the “Messiah” was the “Hallelujah” chorus, one of my favourite pieces of music.
In 1741 George Frideric Handel took something like fifty-two scriptures from the Holy Bible and put them to music, resulting in one of the most renowned musical compositions ever written. The work is breathtaking. Hallelujah!
Wednesday evening was bitterly cold and slippery but the warmth and concern of our benefactors made this a non-issue. I have never felt so warm and safe in such cold weather, despite the fact that I wore non-tread boots and no hat.
As I said, the world is full of beautiful people, and I am thankful to know these friends who inhabit my little corner of the world.
After experiencing the “Messiah” I have to include its composer George Frideric Handel in that group.
Life would be less beautiful without the composers of beautiful music and those who bless others with beautiful deeds. Thank you, God, for beautiful people.
On Friday, I attended a memorial for yet another of our church members. This man was relatively young…under seventy. Unlike other memorials we’ve had, this was very sparsely attended, because Andy tended to be somewhat of a loner since his parents died a few years ago. He was devoted to his parents and especially his mother after his father passed. He brought her to church every Sunday, wheeling her up to the front of the church where she could see and hear everything, even though she was far from understanding anything. You see, she had Alzheimer’s Disease. But that didn’t stop Andy from being the attentive son he always was. His parents were the only family he had here in Canada, though I’ve been told there were a few cousins in Holland.
Although none of us at the service felt we knew the man very well, in his meditation, our Pastor made it possible to get a glimpse into Andy’s lonely life. He spoke of his dedication as a teacher, his political affiliations, his generosity, his devotion to his parents. Andy donated and dedicated several hymn books to the church in memory of his parents. I opened one on Sunday with his name in it. Even though Andy’s ashes were in plain view, awaiting interment in our cemetery, it was Andy the man who occupied my mind during Friday’s ceremony.
I could see him sitting in a back pew or even in the Narthex, slightly disheveled, but attentive. Very seldom did he mingle after service for coffee or tea as most of us did. He came, he worshiped, he left…or so it seemed. (In case you’re wondering how I could see him sitting at the back of the church, I’m in the choir facing the congregation.)
There is a a saying that someone can be conspicuous by their absence…that was Andy on Friday, and the weeks previous to his death. He died peacefully in his sleep one night and save for Jesus, he died alone.
Last week, one of my granddaughters, her mother, and five friends went to the Air Canada Center here in Toronto to see Shania Twain. Courtney and her long-time friend had been adoring fans of Shania since they were eight years old, and are now in their mid-twenties. When they heard their hero was coming to perform in Toronto, they immediately ordered tickets. Top choice tickets were out of their price range and so they purchased balcony seats, but were not able to get all seven seats together.
The long awaited night arrived and the two girls were beside themselves with excitement…the rest of the group…a little less so, but excited all the same.
As the escalator ascended, a uniformed usher stopped them on their way to their balcony seats and asked if they knew where they were going. When they confirmed that they were on their way to the balcony, he said, “No, I am giving you tickets to the main floor.” Courtney couldn’t believe her ears but then said, “Oh, except there are seven of us.” With that the usher handed her seven tickets to the top choice area…seven seats in a row.
Needless to say, the group of seven was ecstatic with this change of events, and were totally taken with Shania Twain’s performance.
This is the second random act of kindness which has come to my attention within a short period of time…once again, doesn’t it make you want to pay it forward?
Here’s a happening that made my day when I heard about it. Eight ladies of the church bridge group had their year-end lunch last week. They chose a restaurant of good standing in the East Scarborough area, and didn’t skimp on their meals which included appetizers, main fare, desserts, and tea and coffee.
They were preparing to pay the bill, which was close to the two-hundred dollar mark, when their server informed them that it had been looked after.
It appeared that a well-to-do, pleasant, forty-something-year-old man had been observing these seventy-something-year-old church ladies enjoying their camaraderie, and chose them for his good deed for the day.
Apparently the server knew of the gentleman’s philanthropy from previous occasions and explained his kindness to these incredulous ladies.
It is one of the best random acts of kindness I have heard in a long time, and my cheeks still hurt from the smile that it brought to my face.
Doesn’t it make you want to pay it forward?