Thank you for tipping your waitress too much. Even though she accidentally messed up your order, you tipped her good. Real good.
You were with your family. The waitress brought you a meal you didn’t ask for. You ate it anyway. You tipped her two twenties.
And thanks for giving that man and his son a ride home. You found them in the Walmart parking lot with a dead battery. You tried to jumpstart the vehicle five times. It wouldn’t hold a charge. So you asked where he lived.
“About an hour away,” the man said.
You drove an hour. Both ways.
Thanks for the gift baskets you bought for Miss Donna. She was in the hospital after a heart attack. You visited her room by mistake—you meant to visit your niece after her appendectomy.
You noticed Miss Donna didn’t have any visitors. She had no get-well cards, no flowers.
Someone told me what you did.
You must have spent a fortune at the florist. They delivered three different baskets, the cards were signed with three different names. Clever.
That must’ve made her feel important. Then, you delivered a fourth basket by hand. You introduced yourself. You sat with her. You talked.
Thanks for letting the frantic mother use your cellphone when she couldn’t find her child. Her phone was dead, she was pure panic.
She borrowed your phone. She made a few calls. She ended up locating her son because of you.
Thanks for cutting your neighbor’s lawn after his back surgery. He’s old. For someone his age, surgery is a big deal.
Not only did you cut his lawn. You cleaned out his gutters. You went to the store to stock his fridge. You even bought him a stack of magazines. You didn’t have to do that.
Thanks for holding the door for the old woman at the courthouse.
Thanks for tossing a few bucks into the guitar case of the homeless man on Palafox Street.
Thanks for giving the man who got out of jail a job.
Thanks for using your phone to donate money to a child with cancer who you’ve never even met.
For volunteering to babysit the children of the single mother up the street.
For changing an elderly woman’s kitchen light bulb just because.
For taking a fourteen-year-old, whose father died last year, to compete in a fishing tournament.
Thank you for calling the number on the “Missing Dog” sign in your neighborhood. Thank you for adopting the bloodhound with an arthritic pelvis.
For waking early the after the day of your son’s funeral to make breakfast for his daughter.
Thank you for attending the visitation of someone you barely knew, simply to make the crowd bigger, so the widow could say, “You should’ve seen ALL the people who loved him.”
Thanks for not judging the girl who got pregnant at sixteen, but treating her like a prize. Thank you for being kind to those who don’t think the way you do. Thank you for visiting nursing homes.
Thank you for delivering food to my family’s porch after my father died, many years ago. Thanks for teaching me in the classroom and changing my life. Thank you for loving me when I didn’t know how to love myself. Thank you. Thank you.
And whoever you are, wherever you are tonight…
You should’ve seen the look on the face of that waitress.