Hey there, Guy in the Yellow Jeep in Front of Me at Starbucks,
You don’t know me. You don’t know the night I just lived through. You weren’t there through the dark parts, the scary parts, the frustration and the one hour of sleep.
You don’t know this season I’m in, where everything seems so fragile and I don’t feel like the smart girl, just the desperate girl who’s trying to negotiate some steep slopes in the Shadowlands.
You couldn’t possibly know that the longest night of my life ended in a morning of…no coffee. I’m never out of coffee. Except today. The one day I felt it really might be my only hope.
You had no way of knowing these things. And yet you chose this day to buy a stranger’s coffee in the car behind you. Maybe it’s the first time you ever paid it forward (backward?) Maybe you do random acts of kindness every day and you wonder if they ever really matter. I just want you to know that today, it mattered. On this very murky morning, it was like Jesus Himself bought my coffee .
So, thank you. You made a difference in someone’s life today and it’s not even noon. I hope I remember to do the same.