Yesterday I was waiting tables and a homeless pregnant lady walked in and ask for a glass of ice water. I went to the back to get her one and brought it out to her and handed it to her. I was thinking she probably wanted to get out of the heat, so I hadn’t brought it in a to go cup. Then thinking she probably wanted the cup, I ask if she wanted one to go.
She replied, “Yes please.” And I scurried to the back to fill one of our very tiny to go glasses.
I brought it back out and handed it to her and she thanked me over and over.
I told her it seriously wasn’t a big deal, and that I hoped she had a blessed day.
She left and one of my tables called me over.
“That was the nicest thing,” the father said to me.
I looked puzzled. “Getting her water?”
“No, the way you treated her. You were so kind,” he replied.
“Well everyone deserves kindness, and to be treated with dignity and respect. I mean… that could be me, and I’d want someone to be nice to me.”
And lord, that’s the truth. If I don’t sell my house soon it may be me out on the street. And someone better be nice enough to give me a glass of damn water, even if I’m not pregnant.
It doesn’t cost anything to be kind. And the benefits are everlasting.