After working out at the gym last night, I headed to head to the bus stop in order to take the bus to campus for Epic’s weekly meeting. Unfortunately, it was raining. The stop was definitely not covered, and there was no shelter in sight. I resigned myself to waiting in the rain, and stood there for over 5 minutes, trying to figure out if I’d missed the last bus or if one would be coming soon.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a car pull into the apartment complex next to the bus stop where I happened to be getting drenched. I kept looking at the bus schedule though and, a few seconds later, a guy got out of the car and handed me an open umbrella. “Here, take this.” I was so shocked, I couldn’t even say anything. He was already turning away when I finally was able to utter a faint protest, “No!” As in, “no I can’t just take your umbrella!” (A really nice Perry Ellis umbrella, no less.) I didn’t have time to say anything though, before he turned and offered, as an explanation, “Someone gave it to me…” I finally was able to thank him as he kept walking back to his car.
I was so touched I immediately started tearing up. I’m sad I didn’t have a chance to thank him properly or express how much it meant to me. I don’t even remember the name of the fraternity that was on his shirt. Honestly, I’m not even sure why it affected me so much. I’ve seen people do nice things before. But this just touched me. He pulled into that complex for the sole purpose of giving me an umbrella, and then drove away with only the most meager of thanks.
When I got on the bus, I was already tweeting about this person and their act of kindness. I praise God for him, and my heart is reminded of the kindness and grace of the Lord.
So, wherever you are, Frat Guy, “Thank you. It may have been small to you but to me, it was heroic.”