My mother and I spent a lovely day Christmas shopping in a bustling little town about a half hour’s drive from here. At 76, though her health is good and she’s still a stylin’ gal, arthritis and other little aches and pains make long days of driving and tromping through malls a bit difficult, so we always make at least one Christmas shopping sojourn together.
We’d had a productive and satisfying day and we were both pleased with our purchases and with the dwindling size of our lists. We made one final stop on our way to the car to pick up some cards, and while in that store, my Mom laid a parcel from a department store at her feet, made her purchases, and walked away without so much as a thought about the merchandise she’d left behind. It wasn’t until she was back home and sharing her booty with my Dad that she realized the bag was missing.
Well, long story short, I think it ruined her whole day. :( It wasn’t so much the dollar value of the items, as that she had found something perfect for a family member who is rather difficult to buy for. Neither of us held much hope that someone would have found the parcel and turned it in, but I looked up the phone number for the last store we were in, and my Mom gave them a call. To our surprise and delight, some good soul had seen the red bag and turned it in to the cashier. They were happy to put it aside with my name on it, and I will retrieve it tomorrow.
Now, I know that sounds like a very small thing, but to me, it’s huge. It really does reaffirm what I already know, of course — that there are many GOOD people in this world, everywhere. We repeatedly hear about all the hate, violence and terror that exists, and so seldom ever let the goodness shine through.
So, that’s my feel good story for the day. It seems appropriate for your American Thanksgiving and for the spirit of this month long holiday season. I am, indeed, aware of and grateful for all the good things in this world, large and small.