STANDING in the queue at the Westville Post Office one morning this past week, to collect a small parcel, ahead of me was a young couple.
As they completed their business, they stepped to one side, so that I could be served.
Looking at the parcel slip, the assistant advised me of the amount of money that I would need to pay.
As the couple next to me turned to leave, the man placed a note on the counter in front of me, which covered more than the price, saying, ‘I am paying for that’ he walked quickly away.
I was left looking at the money, not certain what to do, or whether I had heard or understood correctly.
I asked the lady who was assisting me whether the man owed the post office any money, he did not. ‘He gave it to you’ she said.
Dear man. I hope that you are reading this, as I am thanking you for your generosity, and for the kindness of your giving spirit.
I am deeply touched, and very grateful.
My step is light. A song from rather long ago is on my mind. I am not sure if you could ever have known it – you are a bit too young.
It is called ‘A stranger is just a friend you do not know’, that says it all.
Thank you. Thank you, dear friend.
God bless you. Always.
Cathy Lansdell (87)
Westville
