Paper Route Stories

Paper Route StoriesActs of KindnessOn two separate bitterly cold mornings I was invited in by a nice lady to warm up. Both times she told me to take off my mittens and handed me a steaming cup of hot chocolate. Very sweet, both the chocolate and the lady.
 
 One hot summer afternoon I was told to come in and close the door. The home was air conditioned and many homes of the time were not, including my own. She went to get my money and returned with it and a small green bottle of Coca-Cola. Every drop was ice cold and appreciated.
 
 I was walking barefoot and stepped on a honeybee. She stung me between the toes. The next customer noticed I was hobbling along and asked me what happened. After I told her, she made me sit down on the porch step and tweezed the stinger out for me. She put a blob of baking-soda plaster on it and made me sit still for ten minutes which she timed by her watch as she sat with me. I don’t know that the baking-soda helped, but it was nice to be worried over while she lectured me on the dangers of shoelessness.
 
 I am sure they were all mothers. I have since concluded that all mothers, at some time, temporarily adopt children and smother them with care.
Paper Route Stories

Acts of Kindness

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