Three Thanks That Had Changed My Day
A good rain can’t spoil a good mushroom hunting. My wife and I were all wet after getting caught in the shower on a far bike trip in the forests, our backpacks full of porcinis, russulas, and parasols. She was leading the way, pushing pedals hard, evidently focused on a soon shower… a different shower, without pants on… and then dry clothes.
I was dreaming of the same but when passing a convenience store, pushed the brakes and let her go farther alone. I recalled that this morning my darling mentioned how much she missed citruses, absent in our kitchen for a string of days – she loves them dearly. And I love surprises as much so I had a plan.
I was waiting in line, imagining how I’d put three oranges on the nicest dish and handle it to her when an annoyed voice broke into the dream: „You didn’t count money before leaving home, did you?“ A little girl before me did not have enough cash to pay for two icecreams. The ticket was issued already so the cashier took a phone to call the manager. People in line started sighing.
„Ugh, a delay“ was my first thought, too. But then from somewhere inside I heard „you can help the child“.
„Let me add,“ I said hastily to the cashier and opened the wallet.
The girl grabbed her icecreams, turned to me, a smile from ear to ear on her pretty little face. She was my son’s age.
„Thank you very much,“ she said in a singing voice.
„Enjoy it,“ I mirrored, pleased to the bottom of my soul.
I was running in the rain, pushing the bike with one hand and holding the bag of oranges in another. A teenage couple hiding in the overhang gave me room to enter. I was struggling with the heavy door, the bike and the bag when the door suddenly had given up. The boy held it for me, bravely leaving dry space and standing in the rain. It was my time to say „thank you“ with all the passion of a really obliged person.
The third „thank you“ was addressed to me again. It came from my wife who finally got her three oranges on a nice dish.
My days are full of meaningful tasks. When a day is over, I feel uplifted and excited but a bit unsatisfied as if something remained undone.
The story happened in mere twenty minutes but a rare feel of harmony had settled in my mind for the whole evening. Why? The good day’s receipt stays unknown to me.
I was dreaming of the same but when passing a convenience store, pushed the brakes and let her go farther alone. I recalled that this morning my darling mentioned how much she missed citruses, absent in our kitchen for a string of days – she loves them dearly. And I love surprises as much so I had a plan.
I was waiting in line, imagining how I’d put three oranges on the nicest dish and handle it to her when an annoyed voice broke into the dream: „You didn’t count money before leaving home, did you?“ A little girl before me did not have enough cash to pay for two icecreams. The ticket was issued already so the cashier took a phone to call the manager. People in line started sighing.
„Ugh, a delay“ was my first thought, too. But then from somewhere inside I heard „you can help the child“.
„Let me add,“ I said hastily to the cashier and opened the wallet.
The girl grabbed her icecreams, turned to me, a smile from ear to ear on her pretty little face. She was my son’s age.
„Thank you very much,“ she said in a singing voice.
„Enjoy it,“ I mirrored, pleased to the bottom of my soul.
I was running in the rain, pushing the bike with one hand and holding the bag of oranges in another. A teenage couple hiding in the overhang gave me room to enter. I was struggling with the heavy door, the bike and the bag when the door suddenly had given up. The boy held it for me, bravely leaving dry space and standing in the rain. It was my time to say „thank you“ with all the passion of a really obliged person.
The third „thank you“ was addressed to me again. It came from my wife who finally got her three oranges on a nice dish.
My days are full of meaningful tasks. When a day is over, I feel uplifted and excited but a bit unsatisfied as if something remained undone.
The story happened in mere twenty minutes but a rare feel of harmony had settled in my mind for the whole evening. Why? The good day’s receipt stays unknown to me.
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