Good evening! I hope that everyone has had a wonderful week and that there is fun in store for the weekend. When I think about the weekend I think about dinners out, cocktails with friends and loved ones and just having an all around swell time. I’m fairly certain there are many of you out there that share my sentiments regarding this matter, after all wasn’t there a song about “everybody’s working for the weekend”? If there’s a song about it, it must be true.
Today’s post was actually inspired by a conversation about this blog. A good friend of mine was mentioning that she thought the posts were fun and the mission was a great idea. At some point in the conversation she asked if I remembered the film Pay it Forward and also that the blog seemed to sing a similar tune. Of course I did, it had the “I see dead people kid, Twister Helen Hunt, Mr. Spacey and sure, I can see how the concept of Pay it Forward and this blog are related.
Pay it Forward. It took me back to a certain sunny July day in Montreal, 2004: my first year studying Political Science at Concordia University. I was on the expansive patio at Sir Winston Churchill’s (Winnie’s) spending my student loan responsibly on burgers and endless pints of beer with a close girlfriend Shirin. We spent the entire afternoon chatting about our respective pasts, the present and our dreams for the future. We talked about boys, school, music, and laughed until it hurt to do so. I imagine that we probably racked up a tab around the $100-$150 mark that day, but I never actually found out.
Once we checked our wallets, we decided that we had probably done enough damage for one day and asked for the bill. Our server smiled to us and said “The gentleman sitting next to you said it was such a pleasure to see two people so full of life, hope and laughter and that he wanted to pay your bill”. We were floored. Awestruck. Beyond touched. Eight years later, that gesture still warms my heart.
Now I’ve had my fair share of drinks sent my way (with motives of course) but this was a genuine, and truly selfless act of good nature towards a stranger. Did he stay around to receive the profuse thank you’s on behalf of the poor students? No. His kindness was just that: Kindness. A good deed with no intention other than to make us feel good. Isn’t that a truly remarkable thing?
This example is obviously a very extreme case of The Good Deed, and I don’t think we should all go around picking up $150 tabs (unless you’re ultra wealthy) but what about a coffee for a co-worker or that homeless person on the corner? Go on and grab the bill for the few beers you had with that friend of yours at the local pub. Perhaps send a drink to that person sitting alone at the bar, even. The choice is yours, but why not just do a little good deed for someone. Whether big or small, its the thought that counts, and you have all weekend!
Until Next Time! * Tips hat * Good Day All!
- Matt Stokes


