I am not sure why I drove through Zaxby's, a high-scaled fast food restaurant, on my way home from class. I got out of class the usual time of 9:15 pm and proceeded on my standard route when I pulled into Zaxby's. I thought, Vickie, you are not hungry and you don't eat this food so why are you pulling in here? I scanned the bright menu and ordered a small fried pickles. This should be interesting.
At first, nothing stood out about the young woman at the drive-through window. I gave her my last $10.00 for my $2,00 bill, all the money I had. She stepped away for a few seconds and an understanding began to brew inside of me; she is love and she needs to hear it. She came back to the window and stretched her hand almost inside my car window. I looked in her eyes. She looked in her mid-thirties and her eyes were deep with heavy black eye shadow and eye liner. The woman seemed to use the dark make up to hide the entrance to her soul. Her eyes didn't look spooky, but almost unworthy.
"May I ask you to keep the change?" I said.
She said, "Why?"
"Because I want you to have it."
She questioned my intent through her eyes and said, "We are not suppose to take tips."
I said, "This is not a tip."
Again she asked, "Why? Is it because I'm always here working?"
"I've never been here before," I said.
She said, "I don't understand."
I agreed, "Me either, but I want you to have this because I want you to remember that you are beautiful. You are special. You are here with a purpose - a great purpose. And don't let anyone or yourself tell you any differently. You deserve this [..money] and so much more. You deserve Good. So, don't be afraid to receive it. Ok?"
"You are making me cry," she said in a soft voice as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
Tears also filled my eyes and I became honored to be in her presence.
She returned to the drive-through window with a much larger container than what I paid for. The blackness around her eyes smeared a bit, but I did see the light of her soul perhaps because I looked for it. It has always been there.
"Thank you," she said.
I said, "No, thank you. You have a wonderful evening and beautiful life."
She nodded as tears fell down her cheeks.
I drove away thinking about what happened. Immediately, my ego wanted to question my intent, but I wouldn't allow it. The awareness within me recognized that I didn't have time for my ego to talk me out of the action I took. That's the beauty of listening within. When we are in constant communion with the Divine Presence, we are able to express the Divine Presence without a thought. It just happens.
Something GOOD beyond me knew what she needed and I accepted that. I recognized the beauty, the peace, the love and the joy that is in all of us, and in her and I'm thankful and grateful for the opportunity to have recognized it in her.
This is my Random Act of Kindness.