So, I’m in the midst of a six week weight loss challenge. Yet, this weekend when I went to the Farmer’s Market… the only thing I managed to walk away with was a pastry. (This is why I write a weight loss blog.)
You see, I was walking through the Farmer’s Market with three soon to be seventh graders. At a rather speedy pace, I might add, because they had insisted on taking turns wearing a horse mask during our outing. I was speedily shuffling in an attempt to avoid them for two reasons: 1) The mask kind of freaked Penelope out. 2) I was pretending to be really embarrassed by them as pay back for all of the times Bridget acts like I’m the embarrassing one.
So maybe I have a tendency to twerk a little… sue me.
I’m just kidding, I don’t twerk.
Yes, I do.
Ahem… I think we need to move on to the fact that I went to the Farmer’s Market this weekend in order to buy healthy food and ended up eating pastries instead. I’m trying to confess something here because I write this blog that is supposed to be about weight loss (even though I suck at it sometimes) and I feel like a phony if I don’t tell you when I’ve cheated the system. The system that I’ve created for myself in the form of a six week weight loss challenge. Why are you even reading this? I am obviously a bad influence.
But wait! You have to hear me out. I had to eat the pastry… I had to because it was given to me as a random act of kindness.
As I strolled through the farmer’s market ignoring the stares that were directed to the horse walking behind me I just so happen to stumble upon the pastry cart. My intention was to walk in that direction so that I could sniff the buttery pastries as I walked by. But the girls got distracted and proceeded to step closer in order to better ogle the delectable treats in an attempt to get me to buy them some. In that moment, a friendly looking gentleman who stood next to us looked over the counter, winked at the owner of the pastry shop and said, “You’re used to this, you know what to do.” The owner then proceeded to retrieve the pastries from the display case and place them in a bag as the older man handed me and the girls each a card. Each card read: “You have received a random act of kindness. You are requested to do a kindness for someone you do not know… pay it forward.”
The pastry man handed the older gentleman the bag of pastries. He then turned around and handed it to us as he paid for our treats. My knee jerk reaction was to protest. I didn’t want to take advantage of his charity but when I looked in his face I knew that if I refused I would be doing this man a disservice. I didn’t want to ruin his fun. He looked like a kid waiting for Christmas. You could see his anticipation and the fulfillment he felt from doing something nice.
It was contagious, in that moment I wanted in on the fun. It was a great reminder of the high you get when you do something randomly nice for someone else. It truly is one of life’s greatest pleasures yet in the hustle and bustle of everyday life it’s one of the easiest things to forget.
As I looked him in the face I decided not to refuse him and his generosity. Instead, I gave him a big smile as I retrieved the bag with a sincere thank you. The girls were taken back by his generosity and forgot that they were on a mission to be goofy at the farmer’s market. The horse mask came off and each of them thanked the kind man for his good deed and promised to pay it forward as well. They were so excited about being invited to join in on this good deed chain reaction and immediately started plotting things they could do to make some other stranger’s day. I stayed near by for a moment in order to let the elderly man hear their scheming. I had a feeling he would enjoy seeing the chain of events that would take place due to his simple gesture of kindness.