The other morning, I was with my sweet daughter and we were on the way to work. I was on another planet as we motored down Signal and when we got about 50 feet from the Krystal, my girl yelled "KRYSTAL!" Instinctively, I ram-jammed the brakes and whipped the truck to the right and there we were in line for a great bacon egg and cheese please biscuit with a big, fat bucket of coffee- dear Lordy nothing works better of a cold work morning! We ordered and queued up to the window and I had my card ready and the girl in the window said "It's good. You don't owe anything." What? "That lady in the black car comes by on Mondays and Thursdays (or something like that) and pays for everybody behind her."
Wow. What an insanely simple and beautiful thing to do. The woman had no clue who I am and I certainly never saw who she is but "She does that all the time, just being nice."
I was instantly taken back to the winter of 2009, the year after the total collapse of the real estate economy when I had virtually no income. Christmas was on the way and my wife and I were more concerned about food for a family of seven than Santy Clause. I stood in the doorway of the house that I knew, deep down, that I'd soon lose as there was no end in site to the real estate pain. I saw a red Jetta, or Audi sedan with racy rims slow down and turn into our driveway. He slowly motored up to me and got out of the car. "Savage Glascock?" he asked. I said yes. He pulled out a Christmas card envelope and said "Merry Christmas!" as he handed it to me. Then he turned and took off before I could say anything.
I went back to the bedroom and quietly opened the letter which said something like "Merry Christmas from people who love you!" Anonymous. Also attached were eight one hundred dollar bills. I stood there by myself and melted. Totally and completely. So did my wife when she learned of the love we'd received. Incredible and I still struggle with my emotions when I think of it.
I don't know who did that and I've been too proud to say anything until now. But let's be clear- I will never, ever forget. Ever.
And I won't soon forget about the girl in the black car at Krystal. Thank you! Not just for the biscuit but for reminding me that humans can be a lot of things, good and bad, but the most important trait is the natural, kindhearted beauty some folks have.
There's still love out there folks. I feel it!