The weekend before last, as the Man-Cub and I exited Sam's Club, we happened into an argument between a middle-aged couple and an older woman. I have no idea what the argument was about, but, it was ugly. At one point, the male half of the middle aged couple dropped an F Bomb and I couldn't help but feel horrified. I mean, I am no stranger to the F Bomb; I am not, however, acquainted with the notion of hurling it at another human being, like, ever.
And, witnessing that altercation plunged me in into despair; ashamed for a society in which a peaceful holiday shopping trip could be interrupted by such a gross display.
It was at that point that the Man-Cub extracted a dollar bill from his pocket and made a beeline for a bright red Salvation Army kettle. It was the third bright red kettle that he had contributed to during our shopping trip that day and it was his last dollar. When he bellowed "Merry Christmas!", in the way that only the Man-Cub can bellow, the older woman involved in the altercation smiled and my heart rose up in my throat.
In that moment, with just that small gesture, the Cub restored the light to my day.
Recent events have threatened to shake my faith in our society, yet again; darkness has tried to take hold of our world, and, it would be really easy to simply give up, to wallow in the despair of it all.
But, while in line at the Starbucks drive-through yesterday, I had the opportunity to do something nice for a complete stranger; I took that opportunity and ran with it and, it felt good. It felt really good.
In that moment, I remembered something that I've always known in my heart; light will always defeat the darkness.
When in doubt, be the light.
Just be the light.