By Shelley Simmons-Bloom, creator of The Beacon Beacon
My husband and I took a walk along the river one freezing winter weekend afternoon. While the ginormous hood on my coat kept me toasty, it limited my sightline. In an instant, I tripped and hit the ground with a velocity that makes me shudder even now.
I needed surgery for my broken wrist. And truth be told, I felt quite sorry for myself afterward.
We knew our neighbors back then, but not very well. So, when Jenny and Sean texted saying how sorry they were to hear the news and offered to cook us dinner, I was touched but anxious that I wouldn’t be the greatest company.
There was no dinner party, though. Instead, they left a (delicious) home-cooked three-course meal outside our door for us instead—simply texting me that it was there.
It was an unexpected, thoughtful act of Beacon kindness that still touches my heart today.