The Everyday Angel

One afternoon a mom and her son stopped at a local gas station to buy some drinks and fill up on gas. A young girl, also in the gas station noticed the mother and son. The mother was growing impatient with her son and began yellling at him for just being a normal six year old kid. The young girl turned to the little boy and noticed he was wearing a full head hearing aide. She figured he had some form of deafness. The young girl was walking out with a handful of stuff and the young boy rushed toward the door, his mom was yelling at him to come back. But the young boy was only trying to open the door for the girl with the handful of stuff. She smiled at the boy and signed "thank you" in sign language as she said it. The young boy looked up at her, with a dazed and shocked look and almost starred at her if she was an angel.
This everyday angel was the only person to ever sign to the boy outside of his immediate family. This everday angel was the only person who ever crossed his path and did not ignore him because of his handicap. This everday angel saw an oppurtunity to thank a darling little boy, who was being a gentleman. This everday angel was ME.
This happened to me a few years ago. Everytime I stop at this gas station, I am reminded of the little boy who opened the door for me. I am reminded that I took the time to thank him the only way I knew how. Sometimes the simplest simle goes a long way. Take time to notice those around you. Our world moves at a fast pace. Our world hides behind laptops, phones, and televisions. Our world is slowly slipping away from human interaction and more into cyperspace. I encourage every one of you who reads this blog to do something out of the ordinary. Smile at a stranger. Hold the door open for someone. Put the phone down. Turn off the TV. Turn off the computer. Sometimes it's the little things that count the most in life.