A Story by Shawna G., an ex-marine from San Manuel, Arizona – posted in 1440 Daily Digest

“In January of 1997, I was discharged from the Marines in Quantico, VA. I had a Ryder truck, tow dolly with my car hitched to the back and a 6-month-old son and was ready to head to Arizona. I had one stop before heading out. AS I turned down a road in a residential area, I realized it was a dead end and there was no place to turn. As I tried turning the truck and car, they slid down an icy embankment. I had to have a tow truck pull them out and it cost $200, leaving me $300 to get home (which was not possible).
People from homes came out to see what was going on. Among them was a fellow female Marine and her daughter; they saw how distraught I was and offered to let me and my son stay at her house for the night, since it was dark and late. As I was getting ready to leave in the morning, she gave me $300 to help me get home. That was 27 years ago, and I still get emotional at that random act of kindness. I don’t know how I would have gotten home without that help. I hope this reaches that lady and tells her I still have not forgotten, nor will I ever forget, and it reminds me to continue doing random acts of kindness.”
Note: Twenty-seven years later, ripples from this small event continue to flow. Today, the kindness of an East coast stranger blesses our Center, in Ventura California. Let us use this story to help us remember that ripples are mini-mirrors, demonstrating God’s infinite and intimate extravagance. Today, may we cultivate the consciousness to know that ripples are powerful and “ripples are real.” And so it is.