Today while traveling home on the Dart, a young mom, her three-year-old-ish daughter and baby in a stroller were trying to disembark at a certain station. The little girl wasn't paying the best attention/following instruction very well and it looked like the doors were about to close before they could exit. A teenage boy wearing skinny jeans, unlaced Keds, a plaid shirt and a snood (headgear that kind of stood out to me) stepped over, held the door and made sure the family could get on their way without being squished. Someone raised him right. The mom was thankful of course but it made me think that often kindnesses like that get overlooked. Then I remembered: "Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing so that your giving may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you." Mt. 6:1,3 and 4.
This morning someone, who shall remain nameless, locked the keys in the boot while loading his golf clubs. After going to city centre to get a spare from the previous owner, discovering said spare is not the right key and then getting a lift from a friend to baseball practice, Scott called in the big gun. Our neighbor Sebastian came over after work, broke into our car and retrieved the keys. He said, 'It only took 6 minutes to break in.' (That makes me feel better.) He found that the problem is a burned up motor in the lock. He will now get the replacement part/fuse/whatever to really fix it tomorrow. We are so thankful to have friends and neighbors who come to our rescue!