Monday around 4:30, after a reasonably busy day, I was out for my walk, thinking I had all my St. Valentine’s Day bases covered. As I walked along, her name popped into my head, “Dorothy”, my stepmother. I forgot to get her a card. After my walk I was all set to go up to Walgreen’s and pick out a card to take over with some food I planned to share with her.
Mrs CorC? texted before I had a chance to go. I explained the dilemma and she offered to pick up a card for us. Good. One less trip to make. She came home with a card and nice little selection of Ghirardelli Chocolates.
St Valentine’s Day comes. I go by Dorothy’s with her food, and her chocolates and her card. She is blown away that we remembered her on St. Valentine’s Day.
“I haven’t gotten a card in years!”
Now I am a pretty cynical SOB around holidays exploited by Hallmark, Godiva Chocolates, DeBeers Consolidated Mines and all the others. What I thought was simply a nice gesture turned into something else when I saw Dorothy’s response. She was genuinely touched that people remembered her on a special day.
The takeaway for all you readers is that one never knows how thoughtful a simple, almost trivial, gesture can be.