Today, for WE ARE THE WORLD BLOGFEST, I bring a positive story of random kindness in the midst of my grief and emotional upheaval.
My Dad died in February, 2016 at age 87 while under hospice care. The preceding 60 days were intense: watching his suffering while juggling caregiving, replete with the medical, financial and emotional decisions required. I felt like a car. Daily revving up, tooling down the road, gingerly turning this way and that (hospital one week, rehab, home 2 weeks for the holidays, rehospitalization due to MRSA from rehab, return to a different rehab) — thinking we were headed to a certain place (long-term nursing care) only to realize we had sadly made our final turn onto Hospice Lane.
Abrupt stop. Literally. Head flinging back. Shock.
He was enrolled in hospice care on a Monday, arrived at the hospice house Tuesday and passed that night in the wee morning. The dreaded middle-of-the night-call came. Unexpected, so soon. Final.
A few days earlier, I took a break from my hospital/nursing home routine to see a movie and eat ice scream (lol) at the mall. I bought a new handbag large enough to tote the folder with Dad’s medical papers. Every caregiver knows the importance of documentation.
So excited was I about my new sale bag, I HAD to use it immediately. Against my better judgment, I transferred all items to my colorful purchase, discarding my outdated tote into the trash. It felt freeing to veer from my consistent practicality and spontaneously use the new handbag right away.
Nursing home regulations discourage giving cash to the elderly, so they encourage resident trust accounts (petty cash for misc purchases). I created his account, setting aside his additional cash and wallet contents separate from mine, keeping it in a side compartment of my former tote.
Enter stage left: a strangers unseen hand.
A few days after the movie date/shopping trip, Dad passed. Later on, I went in search of the “cash packet.” It was not in my new handbag. Oh no! I felt SO BAD … usually responsible daughter throws poor old dude’s money away.
Guilt ridden, I confess to my husband who tries to console me. Eventually, I shrug it off as a stupid mistake.
Out of the blue, a thick envelope addressed to Dad arrives by mail. I don’t recognize the return address. Look at the contents!
The note caused me to cry for joy … I literally wept at the kindness of this person I’d never met. One who could have kept the cash and discarded the ID with no one ever knowing.
Instead, they did the right thing.
We serve a God of restoration, One who gives back what has been lost.
This stranger’s kindness impacted me greatly. May God mightily bless this beautiful soul for their honesty.
Another human interest story, this news from Odessa, TX Random Acts of Kindness Stops Traffic shows strangers responding in empathy to a fellow driver in distress.
Today is the second celebration of the WE ARE THE WORLD BLOGFEST #WATWB which is carried out every last Friday of the month, and aims to spread love and positiveness in this vulnerable world. A celebration of heroes who can still restore our faith in humanity, especially in this period when our world seems to be full of endless series of horrible happenings.