We have all read the stories, the tab paid by some stranger. The super tip left behind. However, it is the small ones that sometimes go unreported that can make all the difference. This morning was one of those times you stumble upon one of those small things that just might make a difference…
There were a dozen odd chalk messages scrolled on the neighborhood sidewalks.
Some were whimsical and quite cliche, and others were straight to the point.
But all were positive and uplifting, they brought a smile to your face, but above all were simply “just there” for everyone to read.
The real beauty is that we will never really know who did it, and we are all better for it, the not knowing. An all too aware adult or an innocent child? It does not matter. It is the message that matters, and I for one am better for it.
A thanks is owed to someone, and whomever they are, please know I am grateful and the message has been passed.