Simple Kindness
I had just hunkered down in my favorite recliner, when I heard a knock, knock, knock on the door.
I glanced up to see an unfamiliar car parked in front of the house.
“Noooooooo”, I grumbled
& motioned for Husband to sit, be still and maybe the not welcomed visitor would just go away.
It was probably a sales person or a You Must Believe in My God Enthusiast, I thought
& I am NOT moving out of my comfy spot for THAT.
Uh Uh.
Husband didn’t listen or comply.
He walked right over and answered the door.
gaaaaaa
I made myself small so as not to be seen as I listened to the conversation.
Seems Husband was given a gift.
I heard a soft ‘Thank You’ and a ‘No problem’ …
hmmmmm, I wondered.
WHO could it be ??
I didn’t dare look though.
I was in my ‘I’m not budging all night’ cozy clothes
& no innocent stranger needs to see that sight.
eek.
Husband bid farewell, closed the door and put the goods on the coffee table.
A greeting card, and two boxes of cookie treats.
YUM.
“Who ?? What ??” I asked.
Do tell. Do tell.
The kind stranger was a young man from the mosque that sits across the street.
What he handed Husband was appreciation.
You see, with it being the month of Ramadan, traffic in, out, up and down has been very busy around here these last few weeks
& sometimes their parking lot overflows onto the street.
Yes, it is an inconvenience but, no, it’s not a big deal
& as I read the neatly written note, my heart melted.
The words explained that Ramadan, to Muslims, is the month of fasting and sharing God’s blessings with friends, families and neighbors.
Genuine apologies for the nuisance traffic, many thanks for our patience.
Visitor had told Husband they were sharing their gifts with our neighborhood.
WoW, I thought.
WOW.
& then I felt guilty.
I so wished I had answered that door.
I wanted to thank this sincere human being for being SO NICE.
I wanted to explain my reasoning for hiding in my chair.
I wanted to wish him well and tell him it’s really no bother …
I wanted …
“Now’s your chance'” Husband informed. “They’re walking back now.”
& so,
I grabbed my jacket, scurried out the door and told that young person exactly what I was thinking.
He was thankful that I was thankful.
I was thankful that he was thankful.
& as I settled back into my recliner for the night, I was filled with wonderful, beautiful joy.
Kindness.
Simple kindness.
It’s SO incredibly easy
& next time, I WILL answer the door
🙂
