‘Do you speak English?,’ I said. She shook her head no. ‘Ask her if I can pay for her food,’ I asked the employee. They looked at me with uncertainty.’

“A situation really pissed me off this morning. 

So much so that I could feel myself falling back into a place of hate. 

One that I had just recently escaped. 

With the words I had written about my late wife the day prior fresh inside of my head I headed out for my morning coffee with the intention of paying for the person behind me. 

A simple way to pay it forward in an attempt to turn around the negative vibes that had taken over my mind so early in the day. 

Normally going through the drive thru to escape the cold, something told me to go in today instead. 

Walking up I had hoped that a family would be in front of me so that I could pay for more than just one. 

A man opened the door and allowed me to go first. 

‘This is going to sound weird but I’m going to pay for you today, in an attempt to pay it forward.’

With a smile he explained that he was getting dozens of donuts for his office and that he could not accept. 

I told him that was fine, and I didn’t mind the cost, but he still refused. 

‘The offer made my day though. Thank you for that.’

Leaving the coffee shop, I felt disappointed, while I understood the decline, I have come to realize that even the smallest act of kindness has the ability to turn one’s day around. 

My day had yet to be turned around. 

‘Maybe I’ll get a biscuit from McDonalds,’ I said to myself. 

‘There will be someone there I can pay for.’

Walking up to the register there was only one customer. 

A Hispanic woman placing her order. 

$22 and some change. 

‘Do you speak English?’ I said as I tapped her on the shoulder after listening to her place her order. 

She shook her head no. 

‘Ask her if I can pay for her food,’ I asked the employee. 

The woman was asked the question and then looked at me with uncertainty. 

‘Tell her I said please to let me.’

Neither of them realizing I was doing this more for me, than for her. 

‘Gracias senor,’ she said as I walked out. 

I responded with two of the very few words of her language that I know. 

‘De nada’. 

Financially, I was speaking the truth. 

It was nothing. 

But to me. 

This was everything. 

It was another small step in choosing love. 

Over hate.”

Courtesy John Polo

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