Little Act of Kindness

Last night I spend an hour ransacking my apartment by: lifting couch cushions, crawling on all fours looking at every inch of the floor, checking the pockets of every article of clothing, moving my bed, lifting the mattress off (in which I found a lost earring, but was, at the time, only quiet consolation), and cried and cried and cried over the lost of my promise ring. All I could picture in my head was the ring that means so much to me getting trampled by cars and/or pedestrian foot traffic, or being picked up by some ungrateful punk who'd pawn it for liquor. Saddened, I entered a blue phase of my own and went sorrowfully into the night. The next morning I went to work and around noon and my co-worker tapped me on the shoulder to ask me if I had recently lost a ring. Ecstatic, I jumped out of my chair shouting YES! And I proceeded to rush to the cleaning lady who found my ring. And there she was, speaking Spanish to my co-worker trying to ascertain the owner of the ring. I fell in love with her and repeatedly thanked her and attempted to hug her, but she only spoke Spanish and was very very shy, so I had to hold back my enthusiasm lest she file harassment charges. But I was elated and moved. I was moved by her honesty, by her integrity, and by her beautiful human spirit. As a Mexican immigrant and a cleaning lady, I'm sure she doesn’t make very much money, but what she may lack financially she more than makes up in character, and that is priceless.