We knew that we would have to get to the Fruita Campground in Capitol Reef National Park real early the Friday morning before the Memorial weekend to have a chance of getting a campsite. We left our campsite at Bryce Canyon at 7am and arrived at Fruita at 10am and unfortunately the campsite was full. Disappointed but we decided to drive through the campground to scout the place for future visits and perhaps might get lucky if someone decided to leave the last minute. We drove through most of the campground and stopped at the parking lot of walk-in campsites to feed Bryden.

While we were waiting, we noticed a guy animatedly talking to a couple of campground hosts. I approached them and found out the guy wanted to move to a normal site as someone just vacated a spot and they were trying to figure out how to transfer the camping cost from one site to another. Deer at Capitol Reef Fruita Campground I quickly jumped in and offered to pay for the walk-in site; we settled the problem quickly and we, miraculously, had a site now. I was told that campers were lining up at 5am that morning to get a handful of opened sites that day. By 7am when it opened, all vacant sites were snatched up within minutes. Although the walk-in site we got required us to walk about 30-40 yards, we gladly took it. The site was open and we were further away from other campers than a regular site would provide us. And we got a few deer visiting the meadow we camped on. Sometimes things just worked out better than our plan.

Two days later, we were packing up to leave. As our van was a distance away, Susan and I were too busy to mind our son, Bryden, who was crying his heart out. Debbie with Kadia with Bryden Then I noticed a woman climbed over a rail fence next to our campsite and walked toward us. I thought she might come to lecture us or tell us to shut the baby up. Instead, she came over and offered to hold the baby while we took the tent down and packed. It was a small gesture but had an enormous impact–a kindness that took me by surprise. Instead of criticizing us not being good parents, she offered a solution that not only solved our problem and touched our lives as well. I deeply appreciated Debbie’s kindness. I wish you the best wherever you are at. Here is a picture shown Debbie holding Bryden and Kadia.

I was listening to the book “Ice Bound” by Dr. Jerri Nielsen. In it, she described an incident during her exchange student stay at Norway had an enormous impact on her. She was righteous and participated in many social movements at that time. One day, when she was traveling with her fellow exchange travel companion who was fussing over finding perfect places to hide some Easter eggs in the van. Dr Nielsen didn’t understand why her friend would fuss over such small things and stated so. Her friend said, “that’s our difference: you spent time minding Vietnam movement you have no controls over; I can bring small happiness to others by giving surprises.”

Most of us want to help others and have great impacts on major issues; but we shouldn’t overlook at things that we have control and have direct impacts. In fact, they may be more important as they prove that we walk the talk. Instead of walking in a social movement with thousands of people, visit an orphanage. A small kindness hardly goes unappreciated and it makes the world a better place. Debbie’s kindness has forever stenciled in our heart.