I was standing on the front porch (well, actually, the front slab) talking to my bestie Amy and scraping paint off a piece of corner trim when a van pulled up to the curb. Amy said, "Jaynie, you have company." I turned to see a young lady of late teens or early twenties walking up the sidewalk. She smiled and handed me a small envelope, saying only, "Be sure you read the front, the middle, and the back!" before she skipped back down the sidewalk and left.
Inside the envelope was a little handmade card.
I laughed out loud at the surprise and the sweetness of it. That girl has no idea how much this little card meant to me today.
When I went to supper tonight (at a bar called The Spotted Pig because I waited until nearly 9 pm to stop working on the house) I tried to give the card to my son's friend Jamie, who's a waitress there. She laughed and said, "Somebody already gave me one--but give it to Heather because she's had a bad day and she's sitting all alone."
So I walked over to Heather, who I don't know, and handed her the card. She looked puzzled at first, and then a huge smile broke across her little face. "Thank you so much!" she said. "I will pass it on!"
What a fantastic idea.