I
went to Starbucks Thursday after work, something I rarely do. I usually go on the weekend, whatever morning
I open. Sitting in the drive-thru, I had
the overwhelming urge to pay for the car behind me. I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw a
very expensive car, with a very nicely dressed woman on her cell phone. I thought, surely, this woman can afford to
pay for her order, she has a nicer car than me, is dressed nicer than me and I
only have so much on my Starbucks card.
The
more I argued with myself, the more I felt like I was Supposed to pay
for this woman’s order. I argued until I
got the window. While I was waiting for
the person to open the window, a large brown wrapper from a Reese cup flew by
my windshield and landed on the window ledge.
That has never happened, but I took at as a sign from God and Luke
(Reese’s were his favorite candy) that I was going to buy this woman’s order whether
I wanted to or not. I asked the person at
the window how much the lady’s order was, and it ended up being less than
$3.00. I had enough money on my card to
pay for it. So I paid. The person in the window smiled and said she loved
it when people did pay for the next person.
There
were no bells and whistles, I didn’t win the lottery the next night, (darn!)
but I felt like Luke was smiling down on me.
I will never know why I had to pay for that person, but I hope it
brought a little bit of happiness to her day.
