This is an opinion piece.

To the lady who was driving the cherry-red Toyota Camry in front of me the other day, I have a message for you:

I don’t know who in the world you are, and I don’t know why you chose to hop in front of me at the drive-thru line at Jack’s in Boaz on Thursday morning, but thank you.

Thank you for being kind to a stranger — assuming you didn’t know who I was either — and buying my breakfast.

When the worker operating the window told me that you “got my biscuit,” I assumed she meant you literally received my biscuit and were enjoying it for yourself. For a split second I felt angst and asked, “She ‘GOT’ my biscuit?”

Then the kind worker said, “Yeah, she paid for it,” and then handed my order to me.

I was taken aback; I honestly didn’t know what to say or do. In fact, I believe my next words were: “Uh — oh, OK… Thanks.” Then, in order to stop feeling awkward and get out of the way, I drove away from the window and tried to catch you, but to no avail.

I didn’t know you, and I’m not sure if you knew me. You probably didn’t realize I would write my column about your thoughtfulness, because such an anonymous act isn’t done to receive a pat on the back. You chose to buy my breakfast out of kindness — to simply be a blessing in someone’s life — and it made my day.

For the last two weeks, my family has dealt with sickness, and it’s been difficult. I was out of work for four days. My son had the flu and my wife, who is now 27 weeks pregnant, was also under the weather. Coupled with sickness, we’ve also been under a lot of stress, as I’m sure many others are, and there have been moments when it all has been a bit overwhelming.

But, it’s funny how a simple, kind gesture can spark just an ounce of joy in a person’s life. For that, I thank you.

Thank you for reminding me of an important lesson that, sadly, I had forgotten.

The next time I ordered food in a drive-thru, I paid it forward. Not because I felt obligated to, but because its important we try to be a blessing in someone’s life everyday.

The price tag on my bacon, egg and cheese biscuit was $3.59, but I’d like the lady who was driving the cherry-red Toyota Camry to know something: what you did for me is worth so much more.       

Taylor Beck is managing editor for The Reporter. He can be reached at

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