The Small Things

Thank you for your service!


dreamstime_l_35373793My husband and I were shopping at Cosco when an older man stopped us and asked him about the Durango, Colorado shirt my husband wore. I took a trip to the lady’s room while the two of them spoke about Durango. When I came back there was a woman, who I thought was the daughter of the older man, standing beside him waiting patiently for the conversation to end. She was around our age.

My husband and the man shook hands and we turned to walk away. The woman said to the older man, “Sir, I would like to thank you for your service.”

I hadn’t taken notice that the man’s hat said Vietnam Vet until she spoke.

When we finished shopping, the two of them were eating together in the small food service area. I take my hat off to this woman. I know she made that man’s day. She also made mine.

The people we take for granted.


Every Tuesday we collect the garbage from our trash bins, empty them and move the large outside bin down to the street. The trash is picked up at around 11am.

I love our front deck and it’s a great place to read a bit and catch the morning sun. It’s high above the street which offers a bit of privacy. I was lost in my book when I noticed the loud rumble of the garbage collection truck turning up our road.

The young boy who lives next door, about five or six years old, ran to the road to watch the truck. He was jumping up and down and waiving at the driver. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, due to the noise, but there was something in his hand. The driver stopped his truck, turned off the engine and jumped down to see what the boy had.

Here is the conversation…

“My dad is teaching me to whittle and this is what I’m making.”

“That looks mighty fine. Remember to be careful with knives and be sure to show it to me when you’re finished.”

“My dad is teaching me to be careful too.”

“He sounds like a great dad. You be a good boy, now.”

He turned and went back to his truck, started the engine, and picked up the garbage.

These small acts of kindness made me smile.

My goal in 2016 is to pass it on and hope that someone somewhere smiles over something I do.

Happy New Year,



  1. December 31, 2015 at 5:46 am

    A beautiful reminder of things (and people) we take for granted. I shall certainly work on being more conscientious. Meanwhile, stories like these give me sorely needed hope. Thank you for sharing, Suzie.

  2. Donna
    December 31, 2015 at 8:08 am

    Great post, Suzie. The garbage truck driver melted my heart by taking the time to stop and visit with your neighbor. What a sweetheart. The little things can have a huge impact. Thanks for the reminder. 🙂 Happy New Year!

  3. Brenda Laird
    December 31, 2015 at 8:23 am

    Wow, Suzie. You’re the best. Memories of your books make me smile often. I’ve been to my city’s Citizens’ Police Academy three times, trying to figure out what makes heroes like you tick. The memory of those guys driving up to your house to threaten you because you had arrested one of them haunts me. You weren’t wearing your gun, put your hand behind your back to pretend you were, and were reamed out for your commander later for not always wearing it. What a life! Thank you profoundly for protecting and serving. Thank you, dear real-life heroine, for your service. And thank you deeply and sincerely for taking the time to give us insights into your life protecting and serving.

  4. Rhonda
    December 31, 2015 at 10:20 am

    Always enjoy reading your blog. I hope 2016 is fills your heart with many more memories.

  5. December 31, 2015 at 10:48 am

    Small acts with big impacts. Thanks for sharing! It made me smile. It gives me hope!

  6. January 1, 2016 at 8:13 am

    I’ve been working on the small acts thing for a couple of years now…it’s amazing how much impact one person can have. Happy New Year, my friend, and all the very best to you and yours in 2016! ((Hugs))

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