I'm sick and it's snowing and I have to miss my niece's birthday party and I feel like crud and and...
And reading this thread was just what I needed. Now I feel able to be nice again. Thanks, all!
Way back there I told two tales of kindness in Flyover Country. I have another. This was the day after we slid off the road, in the rain, into a deep, muddy gully, in the middle of Kansas, on our way to my mother's funeral, and those three nice guys pushed us back on, getting filthy in the process.
Once we were back on the road, it was obvious that there was something deeply wrong with the front end. We rocked and rolled and vibrated our way to the nearest motel. In the morning, we asked where the nearest mechanic was, and were directed to the Ford dealership.
We all know how money-grubbing dealerships are, right? And how mechanics next to the Interstates rip people off? We were pretty worried. We were already running on credit cards. So we were happy happy happy when they charged us a whole $20 for hosing the sticks, stones, mud, and grass out of our wheel wells, and running an alignment test. Diety bless them for helping and caring and honesty!
A bus story: In my city days, I rode the same route at the same time every day, and got to be friends with the drivers. The bus stop, a busy one, was three houses down from mine.
One morning, I ran just a few minutes late. I scrambled, but knew I was in trouble because I heard the bus stopping. I flew out the door, hoping there would be enough passengers so I could still make it. Lo and behold, there it was, right at my door! The door was open, and the driver had a big grin on his face.
It doesn't take a lot to make someone's day. Just a few words at the right time. I've gotten them and I've given them. Just having someone notice that you're a fellow human being... Not to mention that doing small kindnesses really helps my depression.
I had a good pay-forward a few months ago. BG: I don't use exact change. Instead, I throw all my change into a little change purse, and when it's full I empty it into a big jar at home. It amounts to a surprising amount of money.
At the grocery store one night, DH and I were accosted by a ratty-looking Mexican guy, asking for spare change. Usually, I don't give, because most of the time the beggars (not all Mexican, of course) are just looking for money for booze, plus the store is in an area with a heavy Mexican gang problem, making me wary. But on taking a second look, I saw a couple of things. There was dirt ingrained into his hands, but not his face, he didn't look like a drunk, and there was a tidy woman with a clean and well-wrapped infant in her arms watching him from the sidewalk.
So I said, sure! and reached for my little purse, which was bulging. He held out a hand, and I said, no, and gestured for him to make a bowl with his hands. The look on his face as I dumped out all that money (about half quarters), and when he showed it to his wife, just made me feel like an angel or something.
Thanks again for the badly-needed lift, you guys.