After all the miserable things I've written about this past Sunday, I have to share with you something nice that happened.

Late Sunday evening I decided to go do the grocery shopping after the kids went to bed. I stopped at Country Fair on I-90 near Knowledge Park to get a giant cup of coffee -- it had been a long, tiring day & I needed the jolt.

A guy -- mid to late-30's in age -- rushed in & threw some donuts or something on the counter and asked the cashier to ring up a gallon of milk. She told him she couldn't, that he'd have to go get it so she could scan it.

I was standing behind the guy holding my coffee. He said to me "I'm sorry...now I messed you up" (because she had already rung up the donuts and now we had to wait on him to go get the milk).

I said "No problem." I really meant it. Hey, I was by MYSELF and was looking forward to a leisurely and relaxing trip through the grocery store with my cup-o-caffeine in hand. I really didn't mind waiting two minutes.

He comes up with his milk and apologizes to me again. Another woman had gotten in line between us (I had stepped off to the side to find the money in my purse). He pays and says to me "Is that all you're getting? The coffee? I already paid for it." And, he was out the door.

I looked at the cashier, she smiled and indicated he had paid for it.

That random act of kindness (even if it wasn't quite random) brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to rush after him and tell him about my awful day and how he'd just restored my faith in humanity. But, he was gone and, really, it probably would've freaked him out -- a blubbering 30-ish mommy crying about her dog and the mean people at church and misbehaving kids.

I just enjoyed my coffee. And vowed to do the same if the opportunity presents itself some day.