Kind gestures

So when I was nine years old, the Arby’s around the corner from my house had a promotion.

If you bought a large drink, (large back then was 16 oz.) you could get a B.C. glass for 99 cents. I regularly read the comic in the paper so I was excited to collect the whole set. It was from these glasses that I used to drink my Nestle’s Quik for years.

After I was married, the glasses came with me to my new home with my new wife. Six beautiful glasses, each with a different full color cartoon of one of the characters. One day, I noticed a glass missing from my collection. When asked about it, my new sweet wife confessed that it had broken while in the sink when she was doing the dishes. It didn’t end there. Gradually my collection dwindled to zero glasses. Well, we don’t cry over spilt milk or broken glasses and so life went on.

I happened to mention this story in church not long ago. It was about a week after, that Shannon told me she had to go pick up a surprise for me. Upon returning I found my set of six collectable Arby’s B.C. glasses from 1981 in our kitchen pantry. Woo Hoo!

To this day I still do not know who hunted these down and purchased them for me, but I am grateful. It may not seem like much to some, but it meant a lot to me that someone would go to such trouble.

It wasn’t just the gesture, but the very personal touch that made it so special.

I want to do stuff like that for other people.