As I shoveled the snow from the drive
The recycle truck made its way down the road.
Start and stop, start and stop
Every house had a recycle box at the end of their driveways.
All, but one house.
This house belonged to a kind couple.
Illness and diminished abilities plagued their senior years.
Simple things like garbage day had become difficult for them.
When the rhythm of the truck’s engine changed,
I looked up.
A smile instantly crossed my face.
I stood leaning on the shovel
Knowing I was witnessing an act of kindness.
I watched the truck pull into the ‘box-less’ driveway.
The driver went all the way up to the house,
Got out and collected the boxes himself.
Then, left to carry on with his route.
My heart was touched,
By this decent act.
This driver’s generous behaviour set the tone for the day.
I told him so when he reached my drive.
Smiling, he gestured nonchalance at my compliment.
He tells me he has a few folks on his route,
He does this for as well.
Acts like this,
Makes my community…home.
What about you and your community?
Have you witnessed an act of kindness you want to share?