As we transition into a new year, most people find little time for inspiration. At Dynamic Results, we were lucky enough to have a little holiday miracle fall into our laps. Please take a moment to read this true story, one written as a love letter from a mother to a daughter. We are especially proud as the mother is our Director of Operations, Ede Ericson, writing about the kindness and compassion of her daughter, Karly Granzen. Any of us can make a difference and this story already has over 100,000 likes on Facebook, and over 1,000,000 world wide.
From our family to your, may the next year be your best year.
Henry Evans, Founding Partner
Original Facebook post:
This is the America I choose.
The image above is my daughter Karly. Recently, she had a tough day, she learned that she had just lost her job. It was a new role as a Project Lead and she was very excited about it. Due to funding cut backs, the grant money that had been promised had to be taken back by the state, so, too, Karly’s position. She was devastated.
But, life goes merrily on its way and so we must do what we do. And, off Karly went to get groceries.
A short note about my girl here. From day one, Karly has been the kind of human that has never met a stranger. She is Native American and Anglo. She has deep brown/black eyes and dark brown hair (well most of the time – she is 25, it gets colored quite often). But, there is something about her that is approachable, attractive and friendly.
People of all kinds talk to her, randomly, often and about all kinds of things, young and old.
As she approached the store there was a gentleman outside the entrance, who was cold and hungry and asked her for money to get some food. Karly told him she wouldn’t give him cash, but, she would be happy to buy him something to eat. She didn’t say anything to him about the fact that she had carefully planned out her shopping list so that she could get everything she needed with the exact amount she had withdrawn from the Credit Union. Instead, she simply asked him what he would like to eat.
He said it would be really nice to have a rotisserie chicken since it was already cooked and hot, and it was so cold outside. Karly said she would be right back and went in to buy his chicken.
When she came back out, she gave him the food. She also went over to her car and got out a coat and gave it to him as well.
She then went back into the store to do her shopping.
She carefully went through the store checking off each item on her list and adding everything up so she did not go over the total dollar amount she had left in cash. As she proceeded to the check-out lane and was getting ready to cash out the gentleman behind her in line told her he was going to pay for her groceries.
She was completely caught off guard.
He told her he had seen her act of generosity and kindness to the man in front of the store and he wanted to pay it forward by buying her groceries. He insisted and paid for everything.
This is the America I choose.
One where we craft lives of service toward each other with simple acts of grace and dignity. A meal and a warm coat. An acknowledgment of a kindness.
In the rumble of our differences, there are all manner of similarities, all manner of commonalities.
All we have to do is show up and pay attention.
We only lose if we give up.
This is the America I choose, not red or blue but a rainbow of possibility.