Rare kindness

On Tuesday, something happened that has restored some little faith in the generosity of others towards strangers.

I filled my car with petrol at the Shell Service Station on the corner of Berwick and Kent streets, only to realise I’d left my wallet behind.

I was really embarrassed and offered to leave my car and walk home to get it or leave my bag behind and return immediately.

The girl who served me was very understanding, I left my rego, name and number, left and was back again in five minutes. When I got to the counter, the girl told me that the woman behind me in the queue had paid for my petrol for me.

She left no name or number and clearly expected nothing in return. I’m writing in the hope that she reads this and knows what a lovely act that was: both for the service station itself, as I could have been someone who just never returned and would have left them out of pocket, and for me.

If you read this, I would love the opportunity of reimbursing you and thanking you in person. My details are at the station. Yours was a rare act of kindness.