And I, too, was the surprised recipient of other people’s kindness. In one of my favourite coffee shops, I decided to give myself a pre-Christmas treat of various goodies, and then asked for the bill. The waitress said, “I don’t think you will be needing that,” and returned, not with my bill, but with a Christmas card from all the staff with my name on it. I don’t know how they found out who I was, because I usually pay with cash, but I must once have paid with a credit card with my name. And they refused to let me pay for my little feast.
So there is more generosity around than there often appears to be on the surface. I left both the Big Issue seller and the café with big smiles on my face.