I was at the Farmer’s Market on Wednesday, looking at the produce and trying to keep Betty from eating things fallen to the ground. I watched a man pay for his produce and then the seller try to give the man back his 3$ in change- the man waved it off and pointed the the produce another customer had left on the scale.
One customer wanted to pay for the food of another.
When the cashier told the young woman, she smiled and laughed. The cashier smiled and said that the benefactor didn’t even wait for a thank you.
Everyone at the stand just smiled and laughed a bit. The cashier said to his coworker- “That’s America for you. You just never know.”
While I was neither giver or receiver in this little drama, I was grateful to witness it. I am grateful for small, random acts of kindness. I am grateful that I shared this moment in time with people whom I do not know, yet I feel that we will all sort of remember one another.