Dear Kindness Diary,

Dear Kindness, it was not so long ago, I was sitting in choir practice. Okay 29 years ago but not so long ago. I was singing my lungs out to “When you believe by Mariah Carey and great-late, Whitney Houston.”

Seems like yesterday… that’s when the memories, all flooded back.

After practice my teacher Mrs. Ford said Krissy I’m driving you home. I didn’t think anything of it because some teachers have been known to go above and beyond the call of duty.

There I was hopping out the car saying thank you to Mrs Ford. When she said not so fast is that you mom’s car in the drive way? I’ll think I’ll have a little talk with mom. “Okay” I said quickly. By then Mom was opening the door in her security guard uniform.

Mrs. Ross, will you allow me to give this to you? Before Mama could answer she put a wad of bills into my mother’s hand, “that’s to get your car fixed.” My brother, sister and I began hugging my choir teacher. Saying thank you but that wasn’t the end. She’d taken us all out to eat at the best shop in town.

Back then they called those sandwiches poor’boys’ long fluffy bread rolls up into whatever topping you wanted . The smell of mesquite wood, fire, and honey baked cinnamon sticks for dessert.

Mrs. Ford’s deeds were kind, in so much I’ve never forgotten this act of kindness. I’m doing my part to pay it forward.

They are tiny miracles, wherever you are thank you Mrs. Ford.

to be continued more kind stories to come

kindness sister Krissy.

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