Autumn is finally here. Itís my favorite season. If you donít believe me, I refer you to the future, when my column will appear in tomorrowís paper. In the meantime, youíll have to trust me. From sitting around a crackling fire to the brilliantly colored leaves raining down upon us to homemade soups and stews, Iím one of autumnís biggest fans.

I suspect many folks feel the same way about the change of seasons. Just the other day, as I was pulling into a space in a grocery store parking lot, a kind man jumped in front of my car. Normally, Iíd be shocked as I slammed on my brakes to narrowly miss such a person. Immediately following would be a string of angry, incohesive, loud verbalizations.

However, there was a cart thoughtlessly left in the parking space. As the man jumped in front of my car, he grabbed the cart and wheeled it away, freeing the parking space for me. I smiled and waved. He smiled and waved. Then he guided the cart to a cart storage area. My heart was warmed by his selfless act.

Such a grand gesture has not been witnessed by my eyes during any other season. Had it been December, it would have been a crazy shopper jumping in front of my car. The intention would not have been to help me park. It would have been to keep me from parking, while ensuring another shopper dibbs on the space. During December, the peak of rude-shopper season, itís every driver and shopper for him and herself.

But today, itís not December. Today is the beginning of autumn. Today I am happy.

Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, writer and content strategist is the author of Thurston T. Turtle books.
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