If you follow me on Twitter, you may have already read my gushing: I'm sorry for repeating myself, but sometimes Chebbar makes me so proud, it brings tears to my eyes.
Last Sunday I shared a video by Noah and the Whale that was introduced to me by Canadian Dad; it's been on my mind since I first watched it.
I forgot the shredded cheese while we were shopping at Costco, so Chebbar went to grab it; I was waiting behind a little old lady with a brimming cart that she tried to steer while balancing her open purse. She ended up dropping a bunch of stuff - keys, receipts, change, her phone, her cane - so I helped her pick it up; she thanked me profusely.
The woman in front of us watched this exchange. When it was the little old lady's turn to unload her buggy, the other woman offered to help her; she thanked her profusely.
Chebbar made it back to the register as the little old lady was paying. He leaned over and quietly told me he was going to see if she wanted help out to her car. She was surprised, but accepted. I ended up passing them on the way out, my heart swelling as I watched him push her buggy, matching her slow pace, chatting with her about the weather and where we moved from.
As I struggled to push my buggy through the snow - my buggy that was far less full/heavy than hers - I was so grateful for Chebbar and proud of him that tears prickled my nose. I was reminded again of the video, astounded at the ripple effect of a small gesture and how paying it forward really does work.
When he returned to our car, he looked... unhappy. She had thanked him profusely, forcing a $20 bill in his hand. He tried multiple times to return it, insisting it wasn't necessary; she was just as persistent in insisting she wanted him to have the money. After explaining this to me, he very emphatically said, "We are NOT spending that money! We'll find a seniors' charity to donate it."
Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have one of the good guys?