Little Act of Kindness Remembered

 My daughter and nephew have been after me to "BLOG" since I had them set this up for me so here goes.  First let me clear up one thing-I am not so fond of myself that I feel the need to have a poster (not completely poster size) size picture of myself on my blog.  Nope, not the case at all.....actually, my daughter can't yet figure out how to make it smaller so for now it remains. 

With that out of the way I think this first post will be short and sweet........very sweet.  Today, I was surrounded by members of my husbands extended family at a restaurant that is located about 90 minutes from our home.  There were a couple of people there that I didn't know and neither did my husband.  As we began to leave I noticed him talking to the two men and shortly thereafter the two men approached me.  The first gentleman (whom we learned was a relative of my husband) indicated that he knew my grandfather.....worked with him for years in fact. 

 My grandfather is in his 80's and though not in the best of health, he is not in the worst either. Anyway, this man shared that he had eaten at my grandparents home on several occasions and proceeded to share how much he thought of both of them. He said over and over what a great man my papaw is. 

The next gentleman indicated that he was actually from the area where my grandparents live and know them and my parents and other extended family members very well. Then he offered this, "I use to love it when your granddaddy was traveling home from work on day shift. He would always stop and pick me up and take me home. Other folks from the valley, who I won't name, would pass me by and keep on going." Then with tears in his eyes he added, "And I have NEVER forgotten it either."  I smiled with pride, as if I had been the one to pick him up, and said, "We never do forget do we?  We never forget people who have been good to us."  He ended by saying that the road that my grandparents lived on was a gravel road back then.  Okay, I am old enough (we will leave it at that) that I don't remember that road being gravel so it has been many, many, trust me-MANY years.  It meant the world to me for him to say that about my grandfather.  Is it earth shattering? No!  But I knew that my papaw's "Little Act of Kindness" meant a great deal to him even today. 

The lesson is very simple- You truly don't forget people that are good to you (or good to your kids) and whether you ever get to hear someone say thank you or not...........do the right thing!  Treat others as you would want to be treated, and maybe, just maybe, your story will be told to your granddaughter one day and she will be forever grateful for the man or women that YOU are!