Yesterday, my family and I were at a Target store. While I stood at the customer service counter exchanging a pair of pajamas I'd purchased the day before, a complete stranger walked up to my wife, wished her a Merry Christmas and handed her a wad of money.
It all was ironic because we weren't supposed to be shopping in the first place. We'd planned to volunteer with a local charity, delivering gifts, but we overslept.
Busy with my transaction, I missed the whole thing. Later, my wife told me how the lady walked up and gave her the money, and how she insisted the lady take the money back. She refused and quickly left the store. Knowing my wife, I'm sure she thanked her profusely, then lobbed God bless yous and Praise the Lords at her and everyone else within earshot.
I don’t know why she chose to give our family money; we are not needy, and I hope we didn't present ourselves as such. My wife and I are both working professionals with fairly decent-paying jobs. And I have my part-time illustration business. We have plenty of things — a house, two cars, his and hers Macintosh computers. My son attends a private school. We're not rich, but were not needy either.
When my wife told me what had happened, I got excited. "Let's do something wild!" I said. My wife looked displeased. We were supposed to be serving others that morning, not being served. And I know $40 dollars doesn't buy much these days, but I figured we could at least do lunch at a nice sit-down, instead of at a McDonald where we ended up eating.
I don't know what my wife did with the cash, and I didn't press the issue. I can only assume the lady meant to give that money to a family less fortunate than hers — and, I don't know, maybe my family is. Whatever, it's probably good the lady gave it to my wife because, now, it will go to someone less fortunate than her — and my family, too.
What am I doing at 6 p.m. on Christmas Eve? I'm at work, creating a map of Ding Dong, Texas. Seriously, I'm not being facetious. It's a town of about 20-something odd people living in it. Not to suggest the town is odd.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas!