Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see
My husband and I have a Sunday tradition of either buying someone a meal or giving a waitress a hefty tip. On Mother’s Day this year, we went to breakfast at a place near our house. As we ate, we scoped the place searching for the table that looked like they could most benefit from a free meal. We set our sights on a joyful family and asked their waitress to come over. We told her that we wanted to pay for their meal.
After their breakfast she came up and gave us our bill and told us that we had made her day. She then showed us her tattoo that read, “Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” I was soaring for the rest of the day at the connection we shared. She promised to pay the act of kindness forward and our Sunday tradition is something that I look forward to every single week.