February 26, 2014

To the Lady in Aisle 12

You don't know me, but I sure as heck know who you are.

I was walking through the grocery store picking up all kinds of food that my kids won't eat and will most likely rot in my refrigerator in the next week.  Judging by your mountain of organic and all natural foods in your cart, you were most likely doing the same.  I had just picked up three dozen eggs and was heading to find the rice and that's when you came into my life.

I was checking Facebook and Twitter like I always do, not really paying attention to where I was going but in the middle of aisle 12, you moved out of the way for me.  I can't even begin to tell you what that act of selflessness means to me.  I could have crashed right into and and cracked my eggs, but instead I was able to find the right kind of rice completely unscathed.  It's people like you that make this world a better place.

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While I am at it, I would like to thank the lady on the airplane that will one day give up her seat so I can sit across the aisle from my family.  My wife does all the work on the plane with the kids, but because of you, I can sleep near them with my headphones on.  Perhaps it will make it easier when one of the kids needs to go to the bathroom just as the plane is starting to touchdown.

I would also like to thank the guy at the post office that is going to pick up my pen that I dropped.  The fact that I won't have bend down and pick it up myself is something that I will forever be grateful for.  I would hate for that to be the moment when my back goes out, so you saved me from a lifetime of chronic back pains and I can't thank you enough.

There are others as well.

To the guy that will hold the door for me as I am half a mile across the parking lot I say, God bless you.  I probably should walk a little faster and since you are holding the door, I will.  I don't know how you see me all the way over by the Friendly's but I am so thankful that you do.  The fact that there is an automatic door right next to the door that you are holding means nothing to me.  You sir are a gentleman.

To the people writing open letters to strangers I salute you.  You will probably never meet that person again and they will go completely unnoticed because nobody else knows who the heck they are, but who cares.  Your letters give us all a sense that there are nice people in this world.  Or at the very least your letters let us know that you can't just offer up a simple "Thank you" to someone and be done with it.

Who exactly are we trying to draw attention to?

John Willey - Daddy's in Charge?


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