I have a habit of taking note of exceptionally well-behaved children at the farmer's market and at work and when I see the mothers, I tell them that I what I think of their kids. Usually they beam.
Had one done for me the other week. Was headed into the doctor's office and a young lad was dropped off near the entry door as I made my way across the frozen
slush of the parking lot. They have some sort of heat-system embedded under the blacktop near the door, as that area is always free of ice and snow and it remains
relatively dry...anyway, the doors have these handi-cap devices that once you begin to open the door, the device takes over and opens the door, holds it...etc...but the
young lad--he looked to be about 14--red curly hair...he opens the door and steps aside as I'm walking up...I smile, say 'thank you' and at the next door, I do the same
for him--he smiles, says thanks, and I follow him along the hallway.
At the next door...he opens it, steps aside...by now we're grinning ear-to-ear...I say thank you again and walk through...so yeah, I'd say it works.
But then, too...there have been those moments at 4-way intersections...I'm fluttering my fingers at the driver over there...that driver is fluttering his/her fingertips at me...you go...no,
you go...no, no, you go. A real dilemma...we're looking for on-coming traffic. I think this is how wars start. This has happened several times.
Here's something that made me a little sad this weekend:
My grandma is coming home for hospice care this weekend so my mom and I were rushing around like crazy trying to get everything set up this weekend. I ended up going to the grocery store three times in one day. On my last trip I walked up to the line, saw the guy in front of me unloading a TON of groceries from him cart, and I just grabbed a seperator and plopped it down right behind his groceries. I quickly realized how rude this was, as he was still unloading, so I moved my stuff and apologized profusely for being rude. He said that it was no problem but that he really appreciated my concern. He said that most people would have just continued to not realize what they had done and he was going to go home and tell his two little girls how nice it was to run into such a nice young lady. (I was very pleased he thought I was young, let me tell you!) I was happy that I did the right thing but I was sad that he didn't expect it.
There was maintneance done on this Apt. I was not here, but I heard they guy doing it took a shine to my Casio Keyboard.
Asked if could buy it.
I called the building and told them to just let him come and pick up up free of charge, and enjoy. I cleaned it off and played it for the last time.
I try to do random acts of kindness whenever I can. And others have done some huge ones for me.
I once lost the keys to my rental car on a rocky beach a fair distance from anywhere. I didn't have a cell phone, and didn't know what to do. After I sat there for some time, a couple came over and offered to help. I just wanted them to go up the road (no cell service there)and call the rental car agency. They ended up driving the 45 minutes to town to try to get me a key, couldn't do it without me, came back, got me, took me to town for the key, then back to the car. This was several hours out of their day and a good bit of gas, and they would not even let me buy them dinner. 'Pay it forward,' they said.
I'm still trying.
I will compliment well-behaved children, too.
Last year, there was an online friend who was trying desperately to get the money to come from Montana to Seattle to see (yes) Rush for her first time. So I started a fund and primed it with $100. She and her daughter made it to Seattle and the show and their smiles were all the thanks I needed.
And, may I direct your attention to my signature....
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect/The way you live, the gifts that you give/In the fullness of time/It's the only return that you expect
I found a guy's wallet today and only stole the cash out of it before I tossed it in the garbage can.
Look at me, being all kind and stuff...