“Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.” -Matthew 6:1
I cradled my coffee and watched as two tow trucks played tug-of-war on the cul-de-sac out my front window.
It was Friday morning after more than a foot of snow had fallen and a plow was stuck on the ice, facing the lake. Larry, who is in his 70’s drove the white Ram hitched by a sturdy strap to Rebel’s Ford.
Rebel, a former Marine who lives on the block is no spring chicken. He plows out quite a bit of the neighborhood and got his plow caught next door.
I enjoyed the drama, but knew that when it finished I would have to go out and clean off my car, so I took my time and enjoyed their maneuverings, sprinkled with salty mutterings and Rebel shouting directions to the nearly deaf Larry.
I tried not to giggle but the episode was amusing. I was half entertained and half dreading the cold job ahead of me. Usually, I need to shovel my way to the driveway and then clear snow out from in front of my car as well, before cleaning off the roof and opening a door to start it up.
I had worked until 11:30 the night before, and stayed in bed beyond 9:00 a.m. listening to the snow blowers.
The truck saga took 20 minutes, before the black pick-up lurched free and both men went their merry way – Larry into his garage and Rebel up the street to continue plowing.
I pulled on my long johns, my boots, mittens, hat and coat, grabbed my keys and trudged outside.
There sat Babe, my blue ox (aka Subaru Forester) completely clean of snow.
I was shocked.
After some consideration, I texted Brad, next door. “Thanks for cleaning off my car!” He came back with, “It wasn’t me.”
I started to consider different neighbors. Jim the Pizza Guy? Greg across the street? Who? Certainly not Barb. I usually helped her.
This is the beauty of random acts of kindness.
I don’t know who did it, but I am suspecting everyone.
In my suspicion I realize so many of my neighbors are capable. And it makes me consider how I treat them.
I can only hope it is as good as they treat me.
If you know, keep the secret. That will make me grateful to them all.