Being kind has its rewards


It was one of those weeks. It seems like every week of mine is “one of those weeks.” Just when I think it was okay, I found out that I was looking in the wrong direction. I should know better than to think.

Several problems developed with my vehicle, and I had to take it to the garage. Fortunately, when I factored it in, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Of course I was happy about it and driving home I sang one of my happy songs.

The next day the vehicle had the problem again. I guess he heard me sing that happy song and he was going to try to prove me wrong. I should have worn a mask while singing so that he wouldn’t understand what I was singing. When will I learn?

Well, it’s one of those weeks.

I took the vehicle back to the garage and they fixed the problem very quickly which made me happy. Remembering the last time I drove the vehicle home, I didn’t sing my happy song, at least out loud.

When things go wrong, it’s hard to be nice. Having a good attitude takes a lot of work, and I have to say that is beyond my pay level.

It’s not that I don’t try to be nice, because I do. I guess one person is nice is mean to another person. Why does villain look so much better than nice?

The Gracious Mistress of the Rectory always reminds me when I go somewhere: “You better be nice today!”

I remembered years ago asking him to define for me what really nice means. I won’t do this again because she told me she thought she was nice. Guess I should have taken some notes, but I didn’t.

After everything that went wrong this week, I was very tempted to give up. I’m not sure what I would give up, but I was tempted to go in that direction.

Then things changed.

First, I received a check from my publisher, which I did not expect. As I drove to the bank to deposit the check, I refrained from singing my happy song just in case my vehicle was listening. But I was happy.

When I got home from the bank, my wife saw that I was smiling and asked me what I was happy about. So being the “nice” person that I am, I told him. And she was happy for me.

This was just the start of the “nice” attitude of my week.

My wife was away for lunch the other day, so I had to eat my lunch. I stopped by Wendy’s and had my lunch, and I have one of these coupons for a free Frosty. I used my coupon, and when I took my food there were two Frostys.

“Excuse me,” I told the waiter, “I only ordered one ice cold, but you gave me two.”

The person at the window looked at me, smiled and said, “I just wanted to do something good for you. Go ahead, keep it.” I smiled at him and thanked him.

When you get something free and you don’t expect it, that’s really good.

When I got home I thought to myself, “How can my week improve?”

It started off badly, but began to change course.

As I reflected on the beauty of the week, I decided to celebrate it by getting myself an Apple Donut. What better way to celebrate a great week? After all, an apple donut eaten without my wife’s knowledge is a really good deal.

As I drove to where I get my apple fritters, I had a thought in my head. What if I could get a discount on my Apple Fritter?

The gray cells upstairs started to rebound and I made a plan.

I walked in, picked up my Apple Donut and brought it to the checkout. When I got there I looked at the cashier and said, “If I say how beautiful you look today, can you give me a discount on my Apple Fritter?”

For all intents and purposes, I never expected a reduction. I just thought I would make the cashier feel a little happy with a customer like me.

I could see a little tension in the lady at the cash register, and I’m sure she’s had one of those days like me every now and then.

She looked at me, smiled (probably the first time that day) and said, “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve been told all day. Of course I can give you A cut. Actually, this Apple Donut is on the house. Go ahead and get it. ” Then she smiled as I walked through the door.

When I got home, I thought about it and that being kind sometimes has great results. Nothing nicer for me than a free Apple Donut.

I thought of Jesus’ words: “Give, and it will be given to you; the right measure, tight, shaken and overflowing, men will breastfeed you. For with the same measure as you will be measured again ”(Luke 6:38).

After this little incident, I will take more time to train myself to be nice to the people I meet every day.


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