It’s only a dollar
Today I was at the market. My order came up seventy six cents short. I was mortified. I told the cashier to just take something off. Then a tap on the shoulder. A sweet lady behind me hands me a dollar. At first I wouldn’t take it. I’m the one who hands dollars to others not others to me. The lady asked how I felt when I did a RAK? I told her it made me happy. She asked me to give her the pleasure to make her happy and accept the dollar which I did. Then once home, the driver told me he’d take my groceries up to the door and opened the walker to help me navigate the few steps. He’s really not supposed to, but he said he worried how wobblie I was and just wanted to make sure I was safe. There are such good people when you actually leave your house.