Finding Love in all the Wrong Places

I had to go to the post office this morning.
Ugh!  It’s Monday morning, pouring
rain and I have to go to the one I try to avoid at all costs. If I need to go  into a post office, I go out of my way to one that is quicker and somewhat  friendlier. But my package was at this particular post office.  Definitely not the way I wanted to start my week.


I handed the lady my notice of the package  awaiting me.  She went into the
back and I heard her say she couldn’t find it.  But right before annoyance crept up on
me, a guy walked into the post office with a bag of envelopes and a box.  The lady came out to ask me my name and  address and the customer told her that the box contained hot bagels for
everyone.  He said “I hope there is  enough” and he handed her the box and the bag and left. 
The lady was smiling as she took the bagels into the  back.

I just stood there amazed, my package annoyance forgotten. Did  someone just bring a box of kindness into a US Post Office?   

While a supervisor took over the task of looking for my elusive  package, the lady returned to the counter to help the next customer who had an  envelope. The lady asked the customer if there were any harmful items in the  envelope.  No, the customer  replied.  Just hair.  
 
Hair?

Yes, my granddaughter is sending her hair to locks of  love.

Lord, have mercy.   Two in a row?  All this kindness surrounding me at the one place I never expected to find it!   

Had I been glued to my iPhone, I would have  missed it. Had I been stewing over the fact that my package had gone missing, I  would have missed it.  If I was  doing anything besides being present in the moment and trusting that my package  would find me, I would have missed it.

The supervisor came out of the back with my package and she was  singing.  Yep – I am serious. It  was Monday and it was raining but kindness and love prevailed at the post  office.  And I am so grateful to have been a part of it.

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