On Xmas Eve there was a knock at the door.
I had heard knocking before that and brushed it into the back of my mind as the usual neighborhood sounds...
Then, a knock at my door.
I opened the door. Wind blew in with snow and cold, and standing there with a small grin on his face was an elderly man bundled from head to toe against the weather. In his hand was a box of cold donuts that he'd taken off from a pile stacked on his wire cart. I wondered briefly if I was the only one who answered the door, and it didn't cross my mind until later that that's what the knocking meant; he'd knocked on all the doors of the apartments here...
He handed them to me and nodded. He said, "Merry Christmas". I smiled and said, Merry Christmas to you, too! Thank you!"
Another quick nod, and a smile and he was on his way.
Now, this stuck with me ever since, and always will.
I don't know who this man was, but vaguely recall his face was familiar. I'm sure he lives nearby.
It had occured to me to find out who he is, then I though better.
This man was offering unconditional kindness. Not looking for attention...not looking for anything, really.
This simple act warmed me in a way that I haven't been in a long time. Sad it is that this kind of thing is so rare...
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