“There is no one giant step that does it. It’s a lot of little steps.”
— Peter A. Cohen
A few months ago I wrote a simple post about pushing a shopping cart back to the store so the cart guy knows that someone is thinking about him. It’s a simple thing we can do to remember the “little guy.” One of the many people in our lives who are “invisible” to us.
Tonight, as I was out for a run, sweating profusely, and uncomfortably hot in the autumn heat, I saw a shopping cart lying in a ditch. It was about a half a mile from it’s store.
I hopped down the hill to the cart and looked at it for a long time. It would appear awfully funny seeing a grown man in running garb pushing a shopping cart along a busy road. I debated for what seemed like a long time.
In the end, I dragged it up the hill and pushed it back to the store. I got a few looks. But, by and large, I don’t think anyone really gave it a second thought. At least on that day, no one really cared about an extra shopping cart.
That’s ok. Shopping carts are small things and the world may not seem to care about the small things. That can be discouraging, thinking that no one cares about what you are doing.
But for what it’s worth, I can think of no big thing that is not composed of lots of small things. Small, unrecognized things. Small things that matter.
Maybe that small thought matters.
Yesterday’s gift of time … Pushed a cart back to it’s store. It was a small thing.