Generosity.

Because it’s a blessing. It keeps the world spinning in the right direction, plants smiles on faces, and spreads positivity. When someone does something out of the kindness of their heart, it creates a chain reaction of hope, and makes people believe that life isn’t so bad. Even when they once thought it was. We all have generosity in us, but it sometimes takes that strong person to step forward and show it before others do the same. When people help people, it’s truly a beautiful thing.

Today was one of those days when I opened my eyes and wished it was already tomorrow. It’s not that it was a bad day, it was just long and monotonous and all I wanted to do was sleep. But, during chorus practice, that all changed. I was sitting in my chair all alone, since my friend had other commitments and couldn’t join me, when our pianist’s assistant walked in carrying two huge trays of—wait for it—WHOOPIE PIES! Memories of my mom came to my mind when I saw them, of her slaving long into the night and always letting me lick the spoon. She’d always tell me stories of how her mother baked all the time, especially her famous Stacy family whoopie pies. My mom would come home every day from school with a freshly baked treat waiting for her, and it became a bond between them. It’s what made my mom want to bake, and what drove her to digging up that famous Stacy family whoopie pie recipe that she now swears by. Whenever we talk about her mom, baking always comes up. Which is funny since baking is the first thing I associate with my mom. Lots of my childhood memories are of her baking me cookies, birthday cakes, or her sacred brownies that could convert anyone on the spot. I swear I have her sweet tooth because I cave every time I see a treat, and these whoopie pies were no exception. Seeing them made my long and tiring day seem much more worth it, though, like I had just crossed the finish line after a grueling race. I sighed a big sigh of relief and wolfed one down without even thinking twice.

They were certainly not my mother’s whoopie pies, but they were delicious all the same! I was unbelievably thankful for her generosity, because she did so much more than make a few batches of goodies. She reminded me of home, and how much I truly missed and appreciated it. She reminded me that I was almost there. She reminded me of my mother, who would probably eat a whoopie pie for every meal if she could! She spread smiles and happiness, sparked up conversations, made the room come to life. It was so interesting to watch everyone laugh and talk with mouthes full of chocolatey goodness, all marveling at its wonders. She brought us together, like one big, happy family.

So thank you assistant pianist, for your generosity. I’ll be sure to pass it on.