|Barked: Sat Nov 14, '09 9:38am PST |
You are right; it is the little things.
I was getting a special x-ray last week and the clerk put on my
ID bracelet. She must have noticed I was nervous. Because as
she put on my bracelet, she touched me with both hands...and
rubbed my arm.
She said something. But, I don't remember what she said!
I do remember, the touch............it has stayed with me for
The above was a response to the issue, Itty-Bitty Things,
It is amazing how such a simple thing can be remembered for so
long. Think back on an act of kindness that you remember from
It was a dark morning in downtown Atlanta.
My father was a businessman, he had a store downtown, a wig and
cosmetics store. He would take his sons downtown before school
around 5:30 am and we would pass out flyers to women hurrying to
I stood on a particular corner. I learned a lot about crowd
psychology from those early cold downtown mornings. If there
was a crowd of people coming across the crosswalk as the light
changed, it was vital that you got the first person in the crowd
to take one of your flyers.
If the first person took one, the rest would likely take one.
If the first person refused, the rest would likely refuse.
One morning a particularly rude lady brushed me aside with a
rather mean look. That wasn't unusual and it is not her that I
remember. The rest of the crowd following her across the street
also refused my proffered circulars.
It was just a circular, and you get used to rejection when
passing out circulars in the pre-dawn hours of a major city.
I don't remember the rude lady in front of the crowd.
I remember the last lady.
She was an older lady, perhaps mid-sixties to early seventies.
Her race was different from mine.
Her hair was white with age and her frame frail from the years.
She wore a black dress.
Did those things matter?
No, I just remember them.
She didn't need a wig and looked as if she never had or would
wear one. That I could plainly see.
Knowing the demeanor of the rest of the crowd, I made no real
attempt to give her a circular, after all, she was the one
person in the crowd that couldn't use what I was selling.
She stopped and extended her aged hand for one of my circulars.
I gladly gave her one and with that transfer, it lifted the
rejection of countless others before her.
She spoke three words . . .
"Jesus loves you"
and walked away.
That was 30 years ago.
It was an Itty-Bitty Thing that made a big difference.
Think on this:
What Itty-Bitty Thing made a big difference in your life?
Think also on this:
What Itty-Bitty Thing can you do to make a big difference in
someone else's life?
Neither of the two examples above cost anything or took more
than ten seconds.
Got ten seconds?
~A MountainWings Original~
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