I got caught on a toll road this afternoon with no change.
Stopped in bumper-to-bumper traffic I ransacked my wallet, glove compartment, and the console under the shoulder rest for spare change. But, I’ve been so mindful about keeping my new car clean that there wasn’t a cent to be found.
I moved on to my laptop and lunch bags. Still no change, but amazingly, my checkbook. I started carrying it with me as a reminder to write my childcare provider a check every Friday.
While still in stand-still traffic I quickly wrote out a $1.25 check to the State of Massachusetts. I said a short prayer – set an intention that the trying, for now, was enough. Then, I rolled up to the CASH ONLY booth.
As I extended the paper, the kind, young man working the booth shook his head without ever removing his ear buds.
“Can’t take that,” he said, slightly louder than necessary.
“It’s all I have.”
He paused for a moment. “Okay, okay,” he said, motioning for me to put the check away and go on through.
“Thank you,” I beamed. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Just pay it forward,” he shouted as I began to pull away.
“I promise, I will. I really will.”
And so, tomorrow, I get to discover a way to turn $1.25 into someone else’s grateful break.