The BIHL Project began a few hours after the ball dropped in Times Square, with several opportunities to perform acts of kindness throughout the first week of 2012, both premeditated and spontaneous.
The Gift of Grill
On January 1st while in Duluth, Minnesota, we met a lovely couple while waiting for a table at the highly acclaimed Duluth Grill. They were regulars at the family owned diner and the 40 minute wait sped quickly by as we engaged in light-hearted conversation with the gregarious pair.
After soaking up the remaining crumbs from my plate with a slice of homemade pumpkin spice bread, I noticed a light bulb hovering over the Pig’s head.
He flagged down our waiter and asked if we could pay for the couple’s meal.
But they had already left.
The waitress’ fingers flew across the screen of the cash register. The gift card the couple used to pay for their meal was newly charged. The next time they came in to dine at the grill, they’d enjoy a free meal, complements of the BIHL Project.
Coffee and Salsa
Back at home, we drove up to St. John Hospital in Madison Heights and delivered Garden Fresh chips and salsa and crazy fresh Chazzano coffee to the nurses and staff throughout the hospital. Good coffee makes you sing but we didn’t stay long enough to listen to the encore.
Cup of Joe for an ole Joe
Tonight, the Pig grabbed a cup of joe at the Village Bake Shop in Clarkston. He didn’t have any cash and was far shy of the $10 minimum required for credit card purchases. Instead of indulging in blueberry muffins, seven layer bars and glazed donuts, the Pig had another idea brewing.
He recognized a gentleman in the corner who was slowly sipping his coffee while talking to other patrons who walked through the doors. He was a seasoned veteran of the Bake Shop and he could often be seen sitting in that very same spot.
“I’d like to pay for his next nine coffees,” said the Pig, pointing at the gentleman.
Unbeknownst to him, the gentleman continued to share stories with the other patrons while taking long pulls from his mug. He spoke of his time in the military and how he’s lived in Clarkston since 1938.
The Pig smiled broadly. He zipped up his jacket and stepped out into the night. As he walked down Main Street, he thought he saw a logo of a Pig and Rabbit highlighted against an inky black sky. He ducked down an alley and disappeared.
Did you don your cape this week?