Shattered Bowls

Today, my heart is overflowing with love.  I dropped my glass bowl today in the kitchen at the office.  I had just finished heating up my lunch, and I was carrying it back to the table, when the lid came off of it, and it dropped to the floor and shattered.  The sound it made was like a gunshot that echoed through the open cafetorium.  My lunch, as well as hundreds of tiny glass fragments, went everywhere.

Being no stranger to broken dishes, I set about pushing the glass into a little pile, so that it at least wasn’t creating a dangerous situation.  As I was getting some of the shards furthest from the scene of the crime, I turned around and HR and SB were at the other end of the kitchen, squatting down and pushing glass from the other direction.  They had left their lunch to come check on me, saw what had happened, and stayed to help me clean it up.  It wasn’t their job.  It wasn’t their mess.  They just did it, because I needed help.

I can’t tell you how touched I was by this act of kindness.  I felt so lucky, so loved by that simple gesture.  I have a great group of friends that I eat lunch with.  They proved that not only are they great company, but they have great hearts as well.