I would love to share my holiday story! Some years ago, my fiance (now husband) and I were both fresh out of college and newly employed at low-paying entry level jobs. We moved into our first apartment at the beginning of December. It was very sparsely furnished, almost entirely with hand me downs. The rent and security, as well as the few things we had to purchase (a cheap set of dishes, things like that) had pretty much wiped out our meager savings. The cupboards were stocked with canned soup and ramen, and whatever other cheap items we could pick up.
A couple of weeks later, just before Christmas, a childhood friend of my husband’s (we will call him ‘Mark’) called and said he was taking a ski trip to the area, and would we mind putting him up to save the expense of the hotel? We told him he was certainly very welcome, but hoped he would not expect much in the way of entertainment and meals. We didn’t even have a spare bed or real couch, but he was welcome to sleep on the loveseat. He said that was fine, and arrived a couple of days later. I felt terrible that I did not have the means to provide very good accommodations, but tried to be as gracious a hostess as possible. Mark stayed for three days. On the morning of the day he planned to depart for home, I was awoken by a bit of a commotion in the kitchen. I got up and went to see what was going on.
Very early that morning, while we slept, Mark had gone out to a 24 hour grocery store, and was now stuffing our cupboards, refrigerator, and freezer with food. Staples (like bread, milk, flour and sugar), meat, fresh fruits and vegetables. He certainly spent as much on food as we would have on a hotel! I was dumbfounded, and began to cry. He simply said, “Thanks for letting me crash, and Merry Christmas.”
This was the most amazing act of kindness I have ever experienced, and truly made it a wonderful and very merry Christmas. 1007-15
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