It’s time to start sharing our lunch and performing other acts of unsolicited kindness
Almost 20 years ago, my wife, Mary, reached out to a little boy who lived down the street whose mother used drugs and neglected him. Mary would read books to him, including the first Harry Potter novel. She even gave him her first edition copy. Now he is 30 and living out of state, but recently when he was in town, he dropped in to thank her for her kindness. He also shared a story from the same time period.
He rarely went on school field trips because his mother could never remember to sign the permission slips allowing him to go. Thankfully, on one occasion, she remembered to sign the slip, but she forgot to pack him a lunch. As the other children were eating, he sat alone, until a parent noticed he had nothing to eat and came by his side. He now knows the man was WMC news anchor, Joe Birch.
Birch approached him and said, “Can you believe my wife did this again? She is always packing too much in my lunch bag. I can’t eat all of this. Do you think you could eat half of my sandwich, so it doesn’t go to waste?” Of course, the boy took it, and all these years later, he remembers a stranger’s kindness.
I am guessing Birch has no specific memory of that day. Why would he? In my observation, Birch lives his life doing one kind deed after the other.
In these times of bitterness and vitriol, isn’t it time to start sharing our lunch? Or sitting on the porch with children and reading together? Little acts of unsolicited kindness may or may not be remembered years later by the one who receives the gift, but making this effort will change who you are.