My husband is truly one of the best people I know. One of the reasons I say that is because he puts up with me and has for nearly forty-seven years. I am not the easiest person to live with and yet he seems to enjoy it.
Another is that, without thinking about it or a questioning, he acts with great kindness.
When we were living in Houston, a storm started before we left for work. In Texas, the hardest rain is like one HUGE drop of water which drenches everything and everyone. I looked outside to see a woman standing under the roof of our front porch to keep dry. When I told George, he said, “Why don’t you give her an umbrella.” I’d never have thought of that. I opened the door but before I could hand her the umbrella–one of many we’d collected so it was no hardship– she started to rush off the porch saying, “I’m sorry.” I stopped her and handed the umbrella to her, She was stunned. Two days later, I found it folded against the front door.
Acts of kindness bless the doer more than the receiver. When I think of one, I attempt to carry through but George acts kindly all the time. He’s made me a better person.
