How $20, a pair of boots and a letter changed my worldview
[Editorial Note: A few weeks ago Leader of the Flock Aimee Woodall had a pretty amazing encounter. She shared that encounter on social media, and her friends and followers confirmed that said encounter was, indeed, amazing. This is her first-person account of the story and its heartwarming lessons.]
It was a busy day (OK, it was just a day like all of my other days), and I had a million things on my mind. I had a hankering for some new (old) cowboy boots, for obvious reasons, and I popped into Texas Junk to seal the deal. As I stood in line, I found myself $20 short at the cash-only register. I’d been chatting with this lovely couple (and their fantastically cute kids) here and there around the store since I arrived. They were helpful and friendly, and well, you know I’ll just about talk to anyone who’s willing to listen.
Floundering through my purse for spare change, I asked the owner for directions to the nearest ATM and headed toward the door. And that’s when the magic happened. The husband of the family handed me a $20 bill. “Just mail it to me,” he said. “You look like an honest gal, and there’s no need for you to be going to the ATM.”
WOW.
He didn’t save the world that day, but he made mine a little bit better, a little bit easier. He didn’t risk his life, but he did risk $20, and in this economic climate, that’s still a pretty big deal. But the story doesn’t end there.
Of course, I didn’t waste any time paying off my debts. I sent him a thank-you note for helping me out (and restoring my faith in humanity) along with the cash I owed him.
And then – he did it again. Magic.
I got a letter.
Aimee,
I really was not worried about the $20. You stated that I was a hero. I beg to differ. You are the one that just gave my 3 kids a valuable lesson of honesty. My 10-year-old daughter read your card and made this statement: “Daddy, she really did not have to pay you.” I asked why. “Well, you never would have seen her again.”
So for me, you are the hero. My daughter learned that people still keep promises. Wow! Thank you so much for a lesson taught. Isn’t it funny that we are so surprised by a good deed? I guess it’s also really sad. The Texas Junk store will be a good memory. By the way, I hope you like your boots, and if you like football, come watch the Wildcats.
David
I’m certainly not a hero for not stealing someone’s money. The point is not that I’m exceptional. Nor is it that David is exceptional, but he is remarkable. The point is that we AREN’T. I think what I realized is that even in an industry where transparency is still merely a suggestion, and in a world with so many problems (and Kim Kardashian), people are mostly good.
As marketers (and as people), it’s easy to be cynical. It’s easy to be sarcastic and snarky and sometimes even negative. But we don’t have to be that way. When I posted that story on Facebook, I got more “likes” and comments than just about any other post I’ve ever made. Something about hearing a story of pure goodness, with no agenda, made people respond in ways art, music, politics and even food have not yet seen.
And THAT, my friends, has inspired me to make choices for my company and for my clients that reiterate GOODNESS. Kindness. Generosity. Positive thinking. Positive DOING. Things that remind us we’re all on the same team. That keep us expecting the best from each other.
Now go out there and do the same. Help people when you can. Trust people as much as your heart will let you. Post with positivity. Give the world the benefit of the doubt.
Now go out and enjoy the weekend in boots, y’all.
Aimee