One evening, my pregnant wife had a sudden craving for McDonald’s pickles. Wanting to make her happy, I drove to the nearest McDonald’s and asked if I could buy a container of pickles on its own.
The cashier apologized and said they couldn’t sell pickles separately.
I left feeling disappointed but determined. I joked, “Fine, give me 100 hamburgers with extra pickles and hold everything else.” She laughed and called the manager.
I explained, “My wife is pregnant and craving your pickles. I really don’t want to go home without them.”
The manager paused, smiled, and disappeared into the back. A few minutes later, he returned with a large container of fresh pickles.
“Take these to your wife,” he said. “No charge.”
That night, watching her happily eat those pickles, I realized it wasn’t just about a craving. It was about effort, patience, and a stranger’s simple act of kindness.
That jar of pickles became more than a snack. It became a memory — a reminder that love often shows itself in the smallest, most unexpected ways.
