Potato Chips.

From Community Listener Sam Lundquist on a flight from Los Angeles to Toronto:

I am writing this at 36,000 feet—flying high above the Rocky Mountains. Below me, I see a steady curtain of wispy clouds that are slowly dissipating as we move further and further east. I’m glad that I wrangled customer service into giving me a window seat. I can’t help but be entranced by this view.

But more than that, I’m finding it impossible to get over the joy in the eyes of the man sitting next to me on American Airlines Flight 1586 to Toronto.

He just can’t stop smiling.

And that inspires me.

I sat down, and we started making small talk. He very graciously agreed to help me start  circulating a Hope Journal on the plane (as of this writing, I have yet to actually read what he wrote). He told me a bit about the church he attended in Inglewood, which happened to be called Hope Church. He asked if I was affiliated with them; I said no. Once we were in the air, the snack and beverage cart rolled around, and he bought a bag of Sun Chips and offered me half the bag.

Frankly, I think that’s pretty great.

Not just because I got some chips out of the deal, but because it’s honest kindness.

Let’s try to do that, live that, be that more… Shall we?