Dear lady who paid for my meal.

I ran through the drive through the other day in a rush to get to work. I pulled up to the window and ordered the cheapest thing I could possibly find. I started to scrounge through change in my coin cup as I pulled to the first window. As I sorted through my dimes and nickels I looked up at the lady working the cash register. She handed me a receipt, and said “The lady in front of you paid for your meal sweetie, and she told me to tell you to have a blessed day”. I looked at her in disbelief as I took my receipt and pulled to the second window. When I got my food, I pulled over in a parking space and just started crying. I was having such a bad morning and I was just trying to make it until pay day. It was in the moment that I realized that good people still exist. In a world, full of negativity some one cared enough to bless a complete and total stranger with a meal. I was so overwhelmed with emotions. I needed that. Not so much the paying for my meal part, but the random act of kindness part. Every day it seems that I deal with people who get more and more rude second by second, and no matter my efforts I seem to get the short end of the stick. It’s nice to know that good people still exist. To the lady who paid for my meal, thank you. I needed it more than you know.