But it was late. It was raining. I was ready to be home.
I started my car, wipers turned on, and then I noticed it. A bag. Under my wiper.
I stepped back into the rain, grabbed the bag, mumbled to myself, and sat back down in the car.
That's when I noticed what was stapled to the bag.
And suddenly the night was not as dark, the rain not as noticeable.
It was a simple gesture. But someone had to make the effort. Create the bag. Write the note. Take the time to find my car.
It was deeply appreciated.
In the book "The Seventh Most Important Thing" by Shelley Pearsall, Mr. Hampton is "building heaven." Arthur is assigned to help. Arthur reluctantly, grumblingly is assigned to collect seven things Mr. Hampton needs to build heaven. (It's a great book for families to read with their children in grades 4-8.)
One of my seven things was kindness.
And on a rainy night, I found a bag, with a note, and a spirit was brightened. All because someone was kind to me.