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Random acts of kindness

To the Editor:
Recently my wife, my daughter and myself decided to go to San Vito’s Restaurant & Pizzeria for dinner. We love the food there. We asked our seven year old niece, who is battling cancer, to come with us. While at the restaurant, we were having a great time enjoying our company, the food and the good atmosphere. I greeted people that I knew, some more than others. It was a wonderful night out and it got even more wonderful. As my wife and my daughter walked my niece to the car, I asked for the check so that I could pay for this huge delicious meal. The waitress went to get my check. She came back and told me that our bill had been paid for anonymously. I was in shock and speechless.
As I walked back to my car, I kept wondering who this wonderful anonymous person was and why they paid for our meal. Upon telling my wife about this awesome act of kindness, we were both going back and forth wondering who it could have been. Was it this guy or that lady? Was it the owner or the people at this table or that table? Did they do it because they saw our niece and felt compassion for us or was it just a random act of kindness?
It does not matter who or why this act of love was done. What matters is that there are still Godly people in this world, people who give this world hope. Whoever this person was, if you read this, thank you from the bottom of my heart and may God bless you tenfold. I have decided to pass this kind gesture along, to pay it forward by donating what my calculated cost would have been for this meal to a charity. As this wonderful person decided to remain anonymous, I too have decided to remain anonymous. What matters here is not the parties involved, but the act itself. All the praise has to go to God for showing us that there are still good people in this world!
I challenge all those who read this letter to do a random act of kindness. It’s not the cost or the size of the act that you perform that matters. What might mean little to you may mean the world to another.

JORGE BAEZ

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