Yesterday was Michaels senior design presentation at the u. He did a fabulous job. I am so incredibly proud of him!! I forgot my camera (but, hey I remembered the two kids). Luckily Kaylee came and took tons of pictures that I think she will post on her blog, I can't wait to see them.
On our way home we had to stop to pay for our parking. As I pulled up to the booth I realized that I had set my diaper bag in the back of the Yukon as I was putting my stroller in. I asked the parking attendant if I could run to the back of the car to get my money. As I did I saw a car pull up behind me. Okay, I thought, I need to hurry. Diapers were flying all over the front seat as I frantically was looking for my wallet. No luck, I could not find it anywhere. I looked in my center console and found enough quarters to make up $2.50 but I needed $4.00. I told the parking attendant my delima and he said he could make me up an IOU ticket saying I needed to pay the $1.50 within a week . Okay, I thought, just write one of those up as fast you can and let me get out of here. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the line now had about 5 cars in it. I can't even imagine how annoyed they all were with me. Then the attendant asked me if I had any photo I.D. on me. Oops, that was in my wallet, wherever that was. So he pulled out a camera, stepped out of his booth and walked around to the back of my car to take a picture of my license plate. How humiliating!! He then wrote up my IOU handed it to me and asked for the $2.50. As I was trying to give it to him as fast as I could, one of the quarters slipped out of my hand and fell under my seat. I think the attendant wanted me out of there as bad as I wanted get out. He smiled at me and said, "I'll donate a quarter to you." I smiled back at him sheepishly and quickly drove away.
Well... today I went to the U to pay my $1.50. I went up to the desk and told the receptionist my name and what I was there for. She looked through all of her IOU stubs and couldn't find mine. She then had me write my name down and she went to the back of the building. She came back with another man who told me the reason they could not find my stub. He said is was because the car behind me asked the attendant what was going on with the black Yukon. The attendant told him and the man offered to pay my $1.50. Huh? So he wasn't incredibly annoyed with me. I was so touched by this strangers kindness. I doubt that the $1.50 meant to much to that stranger, but it meant the world to me. I wish I could tell him that his action helped to remind me of the kind of person I want to be and of life that I want to be leading. Thank-you my anonymous donor.

P.S. my wallet was in my purse at home. what a silly place to keep it, huh?