They looked lost. They had every appearance of being lost. Map in hand. Hurried fingers pointing to and from the map. Eyes darting around for street signs to guide their way. Huddled in an alcove tucked away from the hub and bub of the suits darting to and from, dodging the pellets of rain falling every which way, they tried to piece their way.
They were obviously tourists. One of thousands in the city and one of thousands looking for their way. In the middle of the Financial District the suits were too distracted with running to and from the office and the mountainous piles of e-mails and phone calls to return, the excel spreadsheets to pour over, the meetings to be had, and the deadlines to be met. The suits didn’t even notice the tourists from all of the others that roam the city. Tourists were just another common sight in the city that were oft overlooked.
But, then it happened. One suit out of the many darting to and fro, paused for a moment. Standing over them with his green golf-sized umbrella, shielding them from the rain, he asked if they needed some directions. They looked up at him and politely declined. He offered again, saying it was no trouble at all. They declined again and he parted ways wishing them a good day. A few moments later they were on their way as well.
They probably won’t remember the act. He probably won’t remember the act. It’s just another passing memory on a day full of other events.
But, I do and I will.
Random acts of kindness have a way of affecting more than those they are meant for. They fill the world with good, rippling through the world with even more good, and there’s no such thing as too much good.
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