And
I was in a panic. I had lost my hair tie. A level of dread suddenly
rose in my chest. Could I survive the next 12 hours without
something to hold my hair back? Ugh! I guess. But it would not be
fun. No. No, I needed a hair tie. I fell to my knees patting the
ground in search of the black elastic “pony” that had disappeared while I was securing my swim cap.
The
National Anthem had been sung and athletes were beginning to file
toward the swim start. “Help!" I shouted. "Can anyone see a hair tie
on the ground?” I understood that most men wouldn't have a clue a)
why I needed that tie b) why I was in such a state of stress and even
c) what a “pony” even was.
But
one friend did. SHE dropped down with me in search of the needle in
the haystack and then jumped up and ran away. I thought she was
headed toward the start with that “oh well” attitude. But
seconds later she returned with the prized possession in her hand,
begged off the wrist of a nearby lady spectator.
I
secured my hair, gave her a hug and we joined the others down the
boat ramp to start our day.
Now
this may not seem like such a big deal to most. But I will never
forget this act of kindness that filled my heart “three sizes that
day”. In the midst of my turmoil, SHE thought not of herself, but
of me.
In
the spirit of Christmas and the upcoming New Year, may we be more
like HER: A little more selfless, a little more loving and a little
more kind. Happy holidays, friends. May your new year be
wonderful and secure.
Love,
Lorie
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