So earlier today, at around 5 pm, I was shooting hoops in the driveway with my son and the neighbor’s two daughters, Hannah and Lilly.
After a few minutes, they left. “We’re going to dinner,” Hannah said. “At a deli.”
“Which deli?” I asked—to which, Robert, their dad, replied, “Epstein’s.”
I love Epstein’s. A. Because the food is terrific. B. Because they always carry my absolute favorite all-time beverage—Dr. Brown’s Cel-Ray Soda.
I mentioned this to Robert; that he should definitely enjoy a Cel-Ray, because it’s awesome. He nodded, the girls left, etc … etc.
About two hours later, a knock on the door. Hannah, standing there, a can of Cel-Ray in her left hand. “What’s this?” I asked.
“My dad bought it for you,” she said. “He knew you liked it.”
So often we look for big acts of kindness; huge moments of generosity; celebrities donating millions to cancer research, etc … etc.
To me, the small things count just as much.
Sometimes, even more.
