It’s the little things. It’s always the little things that make life so wonderful, so astonishing, so worth it all.
For the last week or so, in anticipation of a film shoot we have out in Illinois, I’ve been trying to find the Lysol/Clorox disinfectant wipes to take on our road trip. No luck. Costco, Walmart, Shoprite, Amazon, — online or in person, strike out. So I posted on my neighborhood list serve if anyone knew where I could pick some up. A woman named Roberta responded that she had an extra container that she’d leave out for me on her porch in a black bag. I told her I’d leave the money in an envelope or send a check, whichever she preferred. She emailed me back, pooh poohing any payment. When David picked up the bag, he found not only a large canister of wipes, but a can of Lysol disinfectant—Crisp Linen fragrance no less!
It didn’t solve our world crises (though it solved one of mine). Her act didn’t end racial strife and inequity in our country. It wouldn’t even measure as a blip on the world’s quality of life chart. But it brought a smile to my face and joy to my heart. And I am grateful that I am the beneficiary of the kindness of strangers.
