A kind reward for a kind act
A longtime and close friend died this summer, so I feel it is OK to tell a story about him that he was a bit reluctant to tell.
My friend and his wife were driving to California to visit their son. Somewhere in the U.S. Midwest, they stopped for night at a motel.
Waiting in line ahead of them was a distraught woman. She was moving to Texas for a new job. Checking in to the motel, she realized she had left her credit card at one of her stops earlier that day. She did not have enough cash to pay for the night, she was tired, and very frustrated with herself and the stress of moving.
My friend went to her side and told the motel clerk to put her bill on his credit card. The woman thanked him profusely and gave him her new address and cellphone number and promised once she got established she would pay him back.
My friend’s spouse was a bit annoyed, saying it would be the last he saw of his money.
That evening my friend and his wife were having supper in a nearby restaurant when a bottle of wine was sent to their table with a note from the waiter that their bill would be paid for. They were surprised and confused.
Then a gentleman stopped by at their table and noted he was paying for their meal. He’d seen my friend pay for the woman’s motel bill. “One good turn deserves another,” the man noted. “Enjoy the meal.”
Several months later, my friend received a cheque in the mail from the woman who by now was established in her new home and job.
My friend rarely told the story as he was a bit embarrassed by it all. As he noted, “I wanted to be kind to the woman in the midst of her stress and frustration, and instead of losing any money to help her, I was also rewarded with a good meal.”