“The gifts we treasure most over the years are often small
and simple. In easy times and tough times, what seems to matter most is the way
we show those nearest to us that we’ve been listening to their needs, to their
joys, and to their challenges.” – Fred Rogers
Today’s act of love presented itself at the Jewish Community
Center (JCC), where I drag my tired body nearly every weekday morning to
exercise. When I walked in, the van driver was biting into a piece of rocky
road fudge, his eyes rolling with ecstasy. Linda, the front desk receptionist
laughed, “You should have seen what someone brought me yesterday!” as she took
another bite. I presented my membership card to her and she greeted me and smiled; a big
chocolate covered tooth smile.
I thought, “Hey, people are giving gifts to the receptionist
at the JCC! What an incredible way to show LOVE!”
Linda deserved a gift. She comes to work at 5:00 every morning,
and greets each person by name and with a smile.
Then, of course, I thought of Tim, the one with the
self-improvement books and battered spiral notebook. He too greets me by name, and
usually with a laugh as I check into the fitness center, because he knows I am
going to ask him what he is reading or writing today.
So, what to get them? Tim was easy; more on him later. Linda
was more difficult because I don’t know her. A Caribou card? Does she even like
coffee? McDonald’s? I was determined not to get her another sweet treat. Honestly,
how much chocolate can one person take? I know, a lot.
So, as I was leaving, I asked her, “What do you do when you
are not working here?” (She works part time). She said, “I take care of my
parents.” She and I are of the same generation, and I know what she means about
taking care of parents (although mine are doing just fine, thank you very
much).
So, knowing how stressful care-giving can be and how we could
all use a little soothing LOVE, I bought her a big bar of scented Shea Butter
soap. It smelled like a warm summer day, and I hoped the fragrant lather would
feel good on her skin. Just a little something to let her know she was loved.
By me, and most certainly by her parents.
Tim, I bought a notebook. A smaller, neater version of his
spiral notebook.
I wrapped the gifts and then debated: Happy Hanukah or Merry
Christmas? You’re never really sure when you are at the JCC. I settled on
“Happy New Year”.
Tim was not working today. But that was OK. I handed the
gift to the person sitting at his desk and told her to put it somewhere where
he would find it. I didn’t sign my name. It’s especially fun to think about him
trying to figure out who it is from. It will not take him long.
So, today, I did two small acts of LOVE. And didn’t it feel
good?
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