Pass it On

I absolutely love my little corner of the Internet. This blog has given me the opportunity to work with some amazing brands, connect with truly kind people, and the ability to write about whatever my heartstrings pull for.

This little self reflection could not have come at a better time. So, in the spirit of being grateful and observing kindness I wanted to take a different route on the blog today. I want to tell you all about an experience that happened to me this week that made me reevaluate the way I go about my days in this world. If you want to know more, then just keep reading!

The Story

On Thursday I went to the airport to fly home for Thanksgiving. It was a big chance to try and grab a standby seat on one of the busiest weekend of the year. But, I packed everything up and convinced my selfless boyfriend to drive me to the airport at six in the morning. After breezing through security I sat at the gate as the screen that televised standby seats blared that there was just no way I was getting on that flight or any others the rest of the day. Head down, I gathered my belongings and begrudgingly mope towards the exit. As my luggage dragged behind me, I sat on one of the chairs outside of the airport. After deciding I would have to drive the six hours home instead of fly the hour, I checked my phone one last time before leaving. Suddenly, I couldn’t believe it. I had a seat assigned to my name.

Long story short, I was running through the security line and threw my ID into my purse. Something had happened and so the flight was no longer overbooked and I had snagged a seat! Even the ticket agent said I was lucky to not to have gotten a seat, but to have gotten to the plane in time!

When I got home, my mom and I spent the day enjoying our reunion. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday passed with nothing to report except for the excessive amount of coffee drank and Christmas presents bought.

It was Monday night and I had a strong craving to have wine and cheese for dinner… as any 21 year old would deem an appropriate dinner. I was packing my purse for a quick stock up for wine, and couldn’t find my drivers license. Before a surge of panic spread through me I started browsing my room. I swear I would lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on tight. But then I spent the next 45 minutes overturning every pocket, searching every purse and making phone calls to every building I stepped foot in. Crap. Okay now it was officially gone.

Yup, my license was gone. Lost, misplaced, 40 bucks and 40 minutes at the D.M.V. scored for one lucky college student. I sat at the kitchen counter as my parents mixed their condolences with quips about being more careful. My dad ran out to grab the mail and handed me a letter with my name on it. Inside was a letter:

“Found this at TJ Maxx, thought you might need it” and inside was my freaking drivers license.

What It Taught Me

There are truly kind people out there. I was a whirlwind of emotions after that experience. This person left no return address purposefully. Just so that I could get my license back, they weren’t looking for any reward or recognition. This person just wanted to do good without anything in return.

You’re not alone. Okay so maybe it’s just me, but I found it almost freaky that I could have discovered that my license was missing on Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday. But I didn’t, from the moment I discovered it was missing, to the moment I opened the letter was in a span of an hour. How crazy is that? It makes me believe that The Universe (or whatever you want) is on your side and is looking out for you.

Pass it on. Here’s what I want everyone to takeaway from this: Do Ordinary Good. This simple act not only made my day, but forced me to go through my following days as a kinder, more helpful human being. No one gave me twenty bucks, or offered to clean my apartment. But a small act can do so much for someone. You never know what it may do or what ripple effect it may cause.

So do ordinary good, because that’s what reminds us to keep faith in humanity.




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