Fortune Cookie

I cracked open my fortune cookie
And in it, the paper read:
Be an ambassador for change
All day it lingered
Like the weight of bricks and flowers
On my chest
It might have been
The charge
That caused me to give
My freshly purchased string cheese
To the man
In the Trader Joes parking lot
With the cardboard sign
Or it might have been that thought
That helped my hands to get
A bag
So that I could gather trash
On my afternoon walk
Or
It might have encouraged a pause
In a long winded lecture
I was about to give my daughter
About not listening
And led me
Instead
To stop and wrap my arms around her
What if all of our fortunes
Gave us this charge?
To simply be an ambassador for change