Random Act of Kindness
By Jean Eunjin Lee
Sometimes you don’t have to donate money, go on a mission trip, or do something big as an organization to show kindness. Kindness can most certainly come from little things that don’t mean much to you, but mean a lot to another person.
Grandma Margaret, a sweet, old grandmother, lived in a little pink house in New Jersey. Although she lived alone, she had no obstacles in life that kept her from getting her needs. Indeed she was enthusiastic and she always looked forward to visits from her grandchildren.
It was a peaceful Saturday morning when Grandma Margaret received a phone call from her grandchildren. The grandchildren were planning to come over the following day and asked specifically if they could bake chocolate fudge brownies in her house. Of course, Grandma Marty couldn’t say no to her cute darlings. So, Grandma Marty hurried over to A&P supermarket to buy ingredients for the brownies. Grandma Marty excitedly rolled the cart to each aisle picking up butter, chocolate chips, and a pack of sugar. The last ingredient she needed to load onto the cart was flour.
The flour was placed all the way on the top row where a ladder was necessary for Grandma Marty to grab a bag. Unfortunately, there was no ladder and most of the workers in the supermarket were having a lunch break. Grandma Marty stood in the aisle for five minutes thinking of ways she could get that bag of flour for her grandchildren. There was no one to help her.
Then, a teenage girl about 5’3ft came to Grandma Marty and offered help. Was this girl an angel from heaven? Grandma Marty couldn’t be any happier now that she could bake with her grandchildren again. The girl’s name was Janet and she wasn’t any taller than Grandma Marty. Despite her height, Janet offered a hand to a stranger she didn’t know. Janet could have helped Grandma Marty without any feeling or she could have helped her with all her heart. The important fact is the random act of kindness she did to Grandma Marty. Getting a bag of flour down could have meant nothing to Janet, but it meant a chance to make another unforgettable memory with her grandchildren to Grandma Margaret.
Grandma Margaret, a sweet, old grandmother, lived in a little pink house in New Jersey. Although she lived alone, she had no obstacles in life that kept her from getting her needs. Indeed she was enthusiastic and she always looked forward to visits from her grandchildren.
It was a peaceful Saturday morning when Grandma Margaret received a phone call from her grandchildren. The grandchildren were planning to come over the following day and asked specifically if they could bake chocolate fudge brownies in her house. Of course, Grandma Marty couldn’t say no to her cute darlings. So, Grandma Marty hurried over to A&P supermarket to buy ingredients for the brownies. Grandma Marty excitedly rolled the cart to each aisle picking up butter, chocolate chips, and a pack of sugar. The last ingredient she needed to load onto the cart was flour.
The flour was placed all the way on the top row where a ladder was necessary for Grandma Marty to grab a bag. Unfortunately, there was no ladder and most of the workers in the supermarket were having a lunch break. Grandma Marty stood in the aisle for five minutes thinking of ways she could get that bag of flour for her grandchildren. There was no one to help her.
Then, a teenage girl about 5’3ft came to Grandma Marty and offered help. Was this girl an angel from heaven? Grandma Marty couldn’t be any happier now that she could bake with her grandchildren again. The girl’s name was Janet and she wasn’t any taller than Grandma Marty. Despite her height, Janet offered a hand to a stranger she didn’t know. Janet could have helped Grandma Marty without any feeling or she could have helped her with all her heart. The important fact is the random act of kindness she did to Grandma Marty. Getting a bag of flour down could have meant nothing to Janet, but it meant a chance to make another unforgettable memory with her grandchildren to Grandma Margaret.
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