On Jan. 23, my 91-year-old mother (Momma) went to Ricky’s for breakfast. For the readers to understand what happened, a little explanation is offered. Momma is very tiny lady and moves slowly with her walker. She is a real trooper and still very sharp. Then, there’s me, six-foot-three and large. Let’s just say I’m a big Teddy bear kind of guy.
Momma enjoys our little breakfast run that we try to do every Friday morning, and we both very much enjoy manager Candace, and the fun time we share with her.
When we arrive, I help momma from my truck to get in the front door, and then Candace takes over and brings her to our table and helps her with her coat and chair.
By this time, I have parked and get in to help with getting her chair position just right and her walker out of everyone’s path.
On one Friday morning, there was a table of gentlemen beside us having their breakfast. After finishing our breakfast and waiting for Candace to bring our bill, Candace came to our table and quietly whispered to us that our breakfast bill had been paid by one of the gentlemen at the table next to us, when he was paying his own bill and on his way out.
Wow was the first thing Momma and I felt and we were somewhat shocked. Candace smiled and we smiled — that was so nice. Momma and I had just experienced a true random act of kindness.
We want to say to this nice man, thank you for being so generous. Your act of kindness is truly appreciated, it will always be remembered and we will pay it forward.
It warms the heart to know that people like you truly exist out there in a world, that at times can be disappointing and cruel. I am glad we can live in a free place like Canada. We are truly lucky on so many fronts.
To this stranger and gentleman, Momma and I say thank you for your kindness and the surprise. When you read this, you will know who you are.
Lastly, I would like to finish by saying, even though you don’t know me and I don’t know you, we are cut from the same cloth.
Anonymous
Vernon
