good deeds

I work with a very kind-hearted, quite man who makes me think of the quote, “Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something.”

Last week Keith observed, without comment, myself and another co-worker get buried under an unusual mound of work. I got comments from other co-workers like, “you look a little tired,” but Keith’s acknowledgment of our stress was far more thoughtful. We got to our desks Friday morning to find gifts awaiting us. Mine included a mouse-pad that me makes me laugh every time I see it, a miniature version of my favorite animal, and a key-chain size etch-and-sketch.  It’s amazing what a difference such little acts of kindness can make in your day. Keith is very much appreciated.

It was also nice to see my paycheck right next to the gifts

One floor down and across the hall is a young lady about my age, who reminds me of a modern day Donna Reed (for whom have fond memories of watching with my grandma on Nick-at-Nite as a kid).  Last night she came up to my apartment to offer cookies and brownies left over from a fund-raiser she just returned from (because Donna Reed types are constant do-gooders).

You gotta love people who still believe in welcoming new-comers to the neighborhood (me) with baked goods.  I think she and I will get along pretty darn well.