A Simple Act of Kindness

A Simple Act of Kindness

From Chicken Soup for the Military Wife's Soul

A Simple Act of Kindness

Love and do as you please.

St. Augustine

Valentine’s Day, 2003. I went out to dinner with my mother and my two daughters, three-year-old Hannah and Baby Hope. Kevin, my husband, was working in Charleston, and my dad was out of town. We chose one of our favorite Chinese restaurants, an interesting sight for the other diners: four girls out for a Valentine’s dinner!

We had a nice evening. My daughters and I had just arrived in Waterloo the night before, so my mom and I spent the meal catching up on my life. She asked me about Kevin’s deployment and how he liked his new squadron. I answered her questions and told her about a friend of ours who was going to be deployed for quite a length of time. Then we moved on to other topics.

When it came time to pay the bill, our waitress came to the table and told us that it had already been taken care of. A man sitting near us had paid for our meal! We looked at him, confused. Our benefactor was embarrassed that the waitress told us who had paid for the meal, as he had intended for it to be anonymous. He looked at me and said, “I overheard you say that your husband was in the military.” I was touched by his statement as well as a bit flustered. It is not often that someone stops to say thank you for all the work my husband does to defend this nation, and for the sacrifices we make as a military family.

Before we left, I went up to his table to thank him once more. It was so nice to feel special, especially on Valentine’s Day when our family members were miles away. He explained that he comes to that restaurant often, and occasionally looks for someone to treat to dinner. His simple speech brought tears to my eyes.

“Thank you for all that you do,” he said, “and please thank your husband for defending our country.”

Jennifer Minor

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