It’s the last day in the car. Five hundred fifty-two miles separated us from home. Our bodies were feeling the too-many-days-of-sitting in the car. At each stop, we stepped gingerly until the limbs remembered their path of movement. Thoughts of the comforts of home swirled through our minds as we ticked the miles away.
Passing through Oklahoma, we have two tolls to pay. I always get the money out miles before the booth is in view. We find the lane with the green light and shortest line. A quick stop to pay before we zoom down the highway.
We pull up to the booth, ready to hand the toll taker the cash. the gate rises, he announced, “The lady in the car ahead just paid your toll. Here’s your receipt. Have a good day.”
“Really?!” my husband exclaimed.
“Have a great day!” the toll taker said.
We pulled away marveling at the random act of kindness a stranger had bestowed on us.
“I should have paid for the car behind us,” my husband mused several miles down the road.
Another hundred miles found us at the last toll booth for this trip. The toll was $4.00, we paid our fee with a ten, but then told the toll attendant to take another four to pay for the person behind us.
“I haven’t had anyone do that in quite a long time,” the attendant exclaimed with a broad smile.
I hope a chain of kindness was created on this final day of our travels. Our bodies were weary of the travel, but our minds were savoring the kindness given to us, then passed along.