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by Rachel R., Sachse, Texas
Great, big beautiful things can fill in the cracks that people cause in hearts – never
On a Tuesday in the summer 2014, I walked behind my office building to sob. I can still
feel the concrete parking building against my back as I slid down, cradling my arms.
Truth be told, I was crying about being stood up the previous weekend by a date. There
are no words that quite capture the humiliation one can feel from that scenario, so I
won’t even try.
Shrunken and sobbing, a construction worker from across the street saw me. I watched
as he went for the cooler in his trailer and pulled out a red can. He walked over to me,
handed it over, told me it was going to get better and to try to pray about it. Then he
walked back across the street.
I don’t drink soda, but I drank that Coke.
It has stayed with me for four years. He gave me his cold beverage in the
overwhelming Dallas heat and he was working a physically demanding job. But he gave
it to me while saying nothing inappropriate or trying to parlay a gesture into getting my
My self-pity resurged two days later. I headed out to eat lunch so that I could sob in
quiet. The manager of the restaurant saw me crying over my spinach salad and brought
me a lemon tart. She, too, told me things were going to get better.
I laughingly refer to this as the week “I got free stuff”. But really, it was the week that
showed me that kindness isn’t always the grand gesture. It’s about doing what you
can, with what you have. Just because something is small in value doesn't mean it's not