This is a story about much more then donuts, as most stories are. ‘Twas Saturday night, and my family was over for Madelyn’s half birthday party (not really a party, party per say. No clowns or princesses or anything like that, we just needed an excuse to have lots of good food and great company). The evening started off normal, we were all huddled around the kitchen waiting on someone to start heating up the comida. After we got motivated to start warming some tortillas, we began eating and having some good conversation, and then it happened! Doug asked me to tell my whole family about Danny the Donut man. So I did, not knowing the repercussions of my actions…. I said to my family, “So on ‘free admission to any museum day’ Doug, Maddy and I were at old Sac and Doug bought me some donuts from a little street vendor across the way from the rail road museum. Oh man, they were so good! The best donuts I’ve ever had in my life! We had two kinds, powdered sugar and cinnamon sugar. Ohhh they were the best!” EVERYONE immediately was salivating and they all got excited about these donuts. I think it was my brother that started it, but he said, “Ohhh let’s go get some!”, and everyone in an uproar yelled “yeah! “, you would have thought someone just said they were giving out free iPads or something! So in the midst of all the excitement, my husband the planner mentioned that Danny the Donut Man was probably not there because of the rain. I took immediate action and did what any normal person would do; I called the Rail Road Museum and asked the clerk man to advise me if he could see Danny the Donut man across the way. I thought who ever answered the phone would have hung up on me thinking I was ridiculous to have called THEM to ask for that kind of information. The awesome guy said, “Ma’am, I’m looking right at him.” After getting the affirmative we all piled into my brothers big’ol SUV and drove to Old Sac to get us some donuts. We got there just shy of six o’clock and I could see he was packing up his cart! I yelled at my brother to stop the car so I could run out there and stop the mad man from closing down. I ran to him as fast as I could and I said “Are you really all closed?”, He told me he only had what was left and it was about a dozen donuts (these are not your traditional size, they are little minny donuts by the by) so I was a little sad, but everyone would still get to try them non-the-less. So I told him I was going to get my wallet and went to the car and told everyone to get out. After all us Mexicans like to do everything together! All eight of us rushed to the cart and waited for our donuts and then Danny the donut man said the kindest words, “You know what! You don’t need your wallet! These are free, they are the very last and I feel bad that you can’t have them warm and out the oil.” I said “Are you serious!” and we all thanked him! We were all so excited that we were all compelled to hug him. As I got my turn in the hug line he said, “God is good!” And there, at that very second I felt something wonderful. I felt the warmth of being human and loving people for the sake of loving people. I felt proud that there are still decent and nice people in this world. Why, it would just be so cool if instead of wars people could just give others free donuts, wouldn’t it?
The coolest things happen when you least expect them. I feel like my whole family was moved to do this spontaneous thing and it ended up fulfilling more than just our sweet tooth. We all had a sense of togetherness and love that I can’t explain with words. But it felt like when you eat the greatest donut in the world; Warm and sweet, and once it hits your belly, you’re as happy as can be. As you go through today, find the ways to brighten someone’s day, you’ll never know to what extent you’ve helped them. Be kind and be blessed, and for Peet’s sake, stay saucy!
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