This morning I connected with a colleague and friend, and she and I talked about a wide variety of topics. At one point in our chat we discussed writing instruments, specifically pens. (There really is a logical path we took to get to this seemingly obscure/bizarre conversation topic, but the discussion trail was semi-long and windy, so I’ll spare you the details. If you really want to know, leave a comment and I’ll expound.) Anyway, it turns out both she and I are a little persnickety about our pens – and she found a gem of a writing tool. She explained that the pen she likes has a super-fine point (which I also like), writes in heavy/almost permanent ink (another bonus), and doesn’t smear (a trifecta!). I got the details of the brand and style from her, and was excited to shop the store this weekend and try out the cool new device. (Geek alert. Whatever.)
After our conversation ended, I headed to a morning of meetings; and when I returned to my desk hours later, there sat one of the pens my friend had described. I wrote a sample sentence on a scrap piece of paper, and it was glorious. (The pen, not the sentence.) I went to my friend’s desk, pen in hand, and thanked her for letting me take it for a test drive. I then moved to give her back her pen, and she said, “Oh, no, keep it. You can have it. And in fact, here are a few more pens [different colors and styles] I like that you may want to try. Go ahead and take these, too.” I left her office with four new pens.
This small act of kindness put a beautiful polish to my morning. It’s not that the pens are so amazing (they are just pens, after all; I’m picky, not psychotic); it’s that my friend 1) thought of me, and 2) made an extra effort to share something with me. It’s not the pens themselves that made me smile, it’s what the pens represent. I’m always truly touched when someone makes an effort to do something special for me, or share a kindness with me – no matter how “small” the item.
Though the pens are pretty cool. 🙂