Lately, I’ve been trying to get in the habit of holding doors open for others.
This probably sounds fairly easy (Basic instructions:
1. Open door. 2. Hold).
But for someone who’s used to rushing around like a mad woman, charging through doors and letting them slam behind her without a second thought — i.e. moi — not so easy.
Over the years, by not holding doors open, I’ve inadvertently bumped into seniors with canes on the way in and clipped a few baby strollers with the door on the way out.
Today, I hit the door-opening jackpot. I stopped at a roadside gas station minimart and as I approached the entrance, I saw the silhouette of a small child through the glass.
I opened the door, stood back and held it so they could exit. A little girl of about six came skipping out and sweetly said thank you.
Just as I was about to make my way in, another, slightly older, girl followed, then a 12 year old, then Mom, followed by Dad, then Grandpa. The whole clan, it seemed.
It was priceless. Three generations in all and each gave me such a sweet response. Six thank-yous in a row, each followed by my “Your welcome.”
Truly a Kodak good-deed moment.
I probably should have thanked them ….