I've been battling a cold that's been circulating around work, and yesterday I was just physically and mentally wiped. After taking care of a couple errands, my intention was to head home and to my pillow. Do not pass Go, etc, etc.
"But what do I do about my RAOK?" my do-gooder brain voice asked.
"Getting your germs out of everyone else's air should be considered a kindness itself." came the stuffy-achy reply.
After making a quick (ish, for this time of year) stop at the post office to begin mailing out the holiday packages, I spotted my RAOK salvation in the form of a bell ringer in front of a red bucket. Grabbing my change purse as I walked out the door, I emptied it into the bucket while chatting briefly with the lady of the bell. She admired my coin purse (made from a red baby's sock), commented on me getting some tea for my throat, and made much more fuss over the 80-someodd cents I dropped in than I am sure was warranted. "No no," she said, when I tried to wave it off. "All those cents add up to something wonderful, so every little bit helps."
As I stepped to the curb to head back to my car, she called out "Merry Christmas! And gosh, I sure hope you feel better soon."
Little bits, indeed.
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