October 21, 2013
I keep seeing all these posts about random acts of kindness and paying it forward. Well, I have a little story of my own. Today was my first day back teaching since the wind was taken out of my sails sixteen days ago. I still had a lingering cough, but my energy felt normal, and I had a strong feeling when I woke up that it would do me a world of good to get out of my sick cocoon and back into the stream of life.
It felt intensely healing to be back at the beautiful Sacred Space Studio with my students. I felt their love and appreciation–the class flowed like a wonderful dream. The interesting thing was that, the whole time I was teaching, even when I was laughing, I never coughed. My energy picked up as the class moved along–totally the opposite of that last class, when it felt like someone had pulled the plug and I barely made the short walk back to my car. Today I felt that my patience to wait for the right moment–when I felt really well again–had paid off.
After not working for so long, I had one dollar left in my wallet. Two students paid for another series of classes. Their payment went toward the studio rent. There was one drop-in student; I used his $20 bill to buy gas. Since I had canceled so many classes, the rest of the students aren’t due for another week or so. So I went home with the same dollar bill.
A little later, while rummaging in my purse for my cell phone, I noticed a small envelope that somehow I’d missed seeing earlier. I often have old envelopes, scrap paper, and odd notes in my purse, but I noticed that this envelope had a message scribbled on the front:
The envelope was semi-sealed with a heart sticker. So I opened it, thinking maybe it was a get-well card. Instead, and much to my delight, I discovered five crisp twenty-dollar bills.
When you’re down to one dollar, that’s quite a windfall!
No card. It was just an anonymous act of kindness.
Thank you, dear student. I have a hunch that I know who you are, but I’m not sure!