My RAK story is not an exciting one but it is dear to me. I often visit Chesapeake Beach, MD , there is a little store there that hires young kids to help you take your groceries to the car and load them. It’s like the good ole days. Now keep in mind these kids make minimum wage and most of them are from under privileged families, but they are not allowed to accept tips. On one of my trips to this store it was about 97 degrees outside and was helped by the sweetest young lady, sweating her butt off. I had talked to several times in the past about how she is helping her mom raise her siblings and how thankful she is for her job no matter how hot it is. After helping me load a ton of groceries for a holiday weekend she goes back to her spot outside to wait for the next patron. Then it hit me. She is my RAK – this little tiny girl of about 16 working to help her Mom. I gave her the card with the money and she promised to pass on the random act of kindness.
About a month later, I saw this young lady and she was so excited to see me to tell her story. She said there was a little boy in her neighborhood who was way worse off than anyone knew. She noticed his backpack was all torn up. This young lady went to the store, bought him a new backpack and took it to his mom. She said it made her feel like she just gave them a million dollars and warmed her heart. I have to say it warmed mine too.