out of the blue

Well, today I recieved some mail from my parents. Among those were some monks (tasty German pastries–if you'd like to try, talk to me, and you might get one), some easter candy, and a card. The card contained $20, inviting Aaron and I to go to Easter dinner with it. Seeing as I didn't have it at easter, we decided to have post-Easter lunch, and get a David's pizza. (The Maple Street Bridge, like combination–huge and wonderful.) So, I run over, and try to put it on my debit card. They run it, and somehow it doesn't go through, even though it had enough money. I said that all I had was a 20 (the pizza was about 21 or so), and they said that would be fine. So, I pull out my wallet, and realize that I had left it in the card which was sitting in my dorm. I told them I could run back to the dorm and grab it, but one of the chefs offered to cover it, as long as I'd leave money back there sometime. I was very impressed with that, so I went back to the dorm. I grabbed the money, and biked back over with it before eating–walked in and gave him the money, and thanked him.

Why did he do that? He placed faith in a fellow human being that I would come back and leave him the money. He trusted me, and by that trust I was blessed. I would like to think that he was blessed by my returning with the money, because he went out on a limb, but I don't know if it affected him at all. Anyway, thank you, Mr. Pizza Chef Man, you just made the world a better place!