Today, I learned that it was the last day of Random Acts of Kindness Week. I was at the library, checking out a few books and a young man was trying to exchange a $100 bill for a copy he had made worth 10 cents. The librarian indicated that she did not have change for him on hand. I knew I had about 1/4 of-a-pound of miscellaneous change somewhere in the bottom of my purse. Most assuredly, I knew somewhere within the mix was at least a dime.
So, I said, "I've got that in my purse." As I fished out the dime.
The man was so sweet, acting as though I was forking out a thousand bucks.
It was no problem, I did have the change in my purse.
The librarian, told me after the man had left, that it was Random Acts of Kindness Week and that I just did my part.
She is a beautiful person, who wears a flower behind her ear.
Very smart, of course- well read, and empathetic person, she is.
At that very moment, she then announced that she noticed I have been choosing similar choices in books reminding her of a time that she chose the same books.
She had dealt with the loss of a dear, loved one in the past.
I just nodded, in agreement.
Yes, I am checking out books about angels, the afterlife, and dreams.
The librarian, with a flower behind her ear, then told me that when she saw me come in, she printed out a poem for me. She pushed the piece of paper toward me and as I glanced down at the loving words of the poem, I couldn't believe