A few weeks ago Dave Ramsey had Larry Stewart (aka Secret Santa) on his show. It was a really neat interview with a man who secretly gave more than $1 million away a little bit at a time.
Larry now has a website where you can sign up to be a Secret Santa. You don’t have to give away money, just promise to commit a random act of kindness during the holidays. I signed up last week and today was my turn.
I’ve been in a bad mood for the last few days. Maybe it’s the holidays (I’ve always found them hard to enjoy…maybe because it throws off the rhythm of the rest of the year). Anyway, today I had to go out and finish my Christmas shopping. Heather’s done most of it this year, but I had to get something for her and for my secret gag gift person (we have a wicked cruel time in my family!).
I ventured to the store (can’t say where, they might be reading!). People were driving their cars like idiots, driving their carts like idiots, and whether cars or carts, the cell phone to their ear made it even worse.
After that trip, I headed to Walmart to get the van’s oil changed ahead of the trip to Missouri. The young lady who took the key had a red nose and looked absolutely beat. I assumed she had a cold. But when I came back to pay for my stuff and the oil service, she mentioned that she had a fight with a guy (husband? boyfriend?) and that the bills were stressing her out. Probably not a cold, but some serious crying.
I tried to lighten her mood with some cliches, told her I’d pray for her and wished her a Merry Christmas before heading to the parking lot. But when I got there, I just couldn’t drive off. I stashed my stuff and went back into the throngs of people (throngs, not thongs!).
You see, in addition to my shopping, I was looking for someone to help. God was telling me that she was the one to help. So I found a simple Christmas card, wrote a simple note and stuffed it with some cash. I walked back to the service entrance, saw her there and gave her the card. It’s funny, but she instantly had a wonderful smile. I told her Merry Christmas again and said that I was her Secret Santa. Then I walked out the door, jumped in the van and sped away. I felt like I needed to get out of there before she could open the envelope.
What a cool rush that was!
I just hope she doesn’t feel the need to look me up in the computer and send it back. I have to believe that maybe that small amount of cash will help her buy food or a toy for a child. I have to leave that to God. At the least I can believe that for a moment she felt some holiday spirit, and maybe that will carry her through whatever pain she’s going through this holiday season.
Your turn! What can you do for someone else? The challenge is on!
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