I wrote about last Sunday’s ride up the Georgia Mountains. Therein I described a certain family sitting on the next table in the Huddle House, waiting for the rain to roll over for me to get back on the road.
“While I was reflecting on where I was, how I got there, lucky to have been in a town etc.. a couple on the next table caught my attention and took my thoughts on another path. They were later joined by an elderly lady – barely able to walk, frail and yet still wanting to manage as much as she could by herself. But that’s another story later. ”
To continue this story…
The reflection on my circumstance and situation put me in a tad contemplative mood. The rains pelting down outside; the dull grey ambiance; the yellow hue of the Huddle House lights lent to that also. And in that moment, the heart chose and the mind agreed, that I pay for the family’s order – whatever the amount may be. As in the very popular and viral #PayItForward movement.
With the rain letting up and the bright skies returning as the rain clouds passed by, I quickly got my things together to be ready to leave quickly.
I went up the to the counter to pay:
Me to Server: If it’s OK with you, I’d like to pay for the family over there
Server: Are you sure? For all three? [Fair bit surprised at my request]
Me: Yes, I’m sure and yes, for all three. But let me leave first and then tell them, if you don’t mind. I’d prefer it that way
Server: OK. Total will be ….. Thank you and sure, I’ll tell them after I see you leave.
As I was walking out of the door, the lady called out to me: “Be careful out there and ride safe”. I thanked her and with a smile “I sure will. Thank you and you have a good rest of the day”. I walk out of the door into a light drizzle, saddled up and rode out. A light heart and smile on my face. A hope that in a very small way, I was able to put a smile on their faces, even if for a short time.
Now; I relate this story not for the sake of accolades or appreciation. And my belief is when you do something for someone, don’t make a song and dance of it; don’t do it for the pats on your back; don’t do it for your ego. But do it because you can; because you are able; because you were there and perhaps because you were meant to! I relate this story here to hopefully have more riders, traversing the wonderful Georgia (or wherever their respective ‘local’ riding area is) give something back to the community – in whatever way they can. On the whole, the North Georgia folks are very mindful of riders and always ready for a chat, a helping hand, or even that nod of appreciation as they admire your bike.
Pay it forward.