Office Breakfast

I've noticed that the last few acts of kindness have involved food. Inherently, this brings about a discussion and debate as to the social implications of food, and why it has become a symbol of kindness in our culture. But this is not the place to debate social implications (or ramifications); rather, a place to admire the kindness of my co-worker.

She gave me crackers yesterday and this morning came to my desk and whispered, "Do you want a breakfast burrito?"

Uh, yes.

"I would love a breakfast burrito."

On her desk, she had several breakfast burritos, enough for all of us in the office. She even made it a point to order a bean and cheese burrito since Jessica cannot eat bacon.

As I was loading my burrito with salsa, I said, "That was so nice of you." The thought that she went to the restaurant to order herself a burrito, but made it a point to get one for each of us as well, I find to be overwhelmingly kind. To her it may have been nothing special, a small gesture at best, but it made so many of us a little bit happier this morning.

This is not the first time she has appeared with an armful of breakfast burritos. And every time she buys them for us, I always think of how this really is an act of supreme kindness.