Mr. Culligan Man, You Made Our Day

Dear Mr. Culligan Man,

We saw your truck in the parking lot the minute we pulled into our son's therapy center. You were coming out of the building, pushing an empty dolly in front of you.

C, our son, was all watchfulness and smiles. He likes trucks, maybe not quite as much as lawn mowers, but he definitely likes trucks a lot.

You smiled at C as you climbed into the truck while I tried to convince him that it was time to go inside to therapy. Not surprisingly, he was reluctant to lose sight of you and your truck. You patiently waited.

Coaxing C inside the building took a bit of time. I could see you out of the corner of my eye, still smiling at our little guy, still patiently waiting. C loves trucks, can run fast, and is a bit of a Houdini in escaping from holding hands, so I was very grateful for your thoughtfulness in waiting for us to get inside before driving off to your next delivery.

Once we made it through the door, C turned and pressed up against the glass. He was anxious for one more look at your truck.

You saw him watching. I was watching, too. I saw you stop the truck, smile big, and give C an enthusiastic wave. C waved back and shivered with delight as the wheels started to move again.

Watching a truck drive away - pretty sure C can't think of a better way to start a therapy morning.

Watching a stranger show patience and kindness to our little guy - pretty sure I can't think of a better way to start my morning.

I suppose you might say it wasn't that big of a deal.

It was just a bit of patience, a big wave, and a smile. But in a world driven by deadlines and schedules, in a situation where I may have expected stares and annoyance, you surprised with smiles and patience.

To echo Eeyore's words (not his sarcasm!):
"A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference."

Thank you, Mr. Culligan Man, for your consideration and thoughtfulness. You made our day!


C's Mom