random memory

I remember when I was in elementary school, my dad took my sister and I for a ride to the supermarket. He explained that some people were not as lucky as we were, and then proceeded to describe to us what a ‘random act of kindness’ was. The words seemed important, but I did not yet understand their meaning. We reached the supermarket, which had some people shopping who looked like they wished they could buy more. Those people must have been the not as lucky ones my dad had talked about before. My dad gave an envelope with some cash in it to a father and son who were shopping nearby, and they thanked him graciously. I don’t remember the amount of money in the envelope, but that is not what matters. What matters is that right then and there, the mysterious words clicked. I learned that anyone could perform a random act of kindness, and the result made the receiver happy, which in return made the giver happy.