God's Mercy Overflows

When I was in college, I borrowed my roommate's car, only to get into an accident and need $1200. I scrounged up what I could, but I still wasn't close. Miraculously, a cashier's check arrived in the mail for $300 -- a huge help. There was a note "someone cares," and the postmark was Palatine, IL, whence I know no one.

This last year hasn't been the smoothest financial year in the Lyons family. I'm not complaining, it is what it is. However, my landlord is reporting that for the third month in the last seven, my rent has been anonymously paid for me.

In addition, Madison Birth Center called this week to inform us that our deductible (for which we had only yet paid half) had been taken care of anonymously.

Whoever you are, you wish to remain anonymous, so I'll respect that. But you have a knack for going way beyond help and saving my tookas when I need it most. If that's not collective virtue, I don't know what is. So, on the hope that you're a Lyons Den reader, thank you. And for everyone else, here's my testimony that virtue is alive and kicking.