Today marked the fourth time my son, Donovan, and I tried to go to the DMV to get his driving permit. Where we live, the lines are hours long. On our third attempt, one lady sitting in her car told us she had been there for seven hours. This morning as we drove by the DMV yet again, we noticed the line outside wrapping around the building. We headed 50 minutes out of town to a DMV where I heard lines were much more reasonable.
As it turned out, the line was relatively short: in and out in less than an hour. While Donovan and I were sitting in our car, we noticed an elderly man using his cane trying to navigate the icy parking lot. Two men stepped out of line and gently helped him up onto the sidewalk. Then they scooted him to the front of the line. I started crying. Donovan looked over at me and said, "Really, Mom?!" My husband Jeff commented that we are more affected by compassion as we age than when we are young. Absolutely, though truth be told, I've always teared up at acts of kindness.
In this political climate that we find ourselves in now, I am so grateful that there are people out there who lead from a place of compassion and service to others. This one event has made my day. I hope this post makes you smile. Virtual hugs, my friends.
