The kindness of strangers

In my life, I have been fortunate enough to have benefited from the kindness of strangers. Like the time when I got into an accident back in grad school – a stranger dialed the phone for me when I was shaking too much to push the numbers myself.

Or last year when we were leaving The Fest and I left my purse and keys out in the field – a stranger found it and waited for me to come back to get it.

Then there was that time when my divorce had just happened and I was struggling holding it together in church one Sunday. A stranger came up, gave me a hug and a tissue.

I’ve tried to return the favor over the years as well. The little girl on the beach who asked me where her “sissy” was – I helped her find her Mom and sister.

The person who I could tell was having a really bad day – I bought them a coffee at Starbucks.

The family that was looking at the LOOONG line for the Toy Story ride at Disney – Zoe and I gave them the Fast Passes we weren’t going to use.

I love when people look out for one another, or do something little and unexpected for a stranger. It helps me believe in the goodness of humanity, especially when the news is filled with stories of troubling times.

Still there are moments, like when I had to step away at Panera this morning and left all of my Thank You cards and gift list at the table (Completely unattended! Next to the fun brown bag I brought them in! And stamps!) where the strangers disappointed me. Seriously, no one thought of taking the darn cards so I would have an excuse for not having them done by now?

People, where are you when a sister needs you…

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About CountryBoyCityGirl

A city girl who fell in love with a country boy. Found bliss, along with large piles of mule droppings for her and two little girls to now try to avoid.
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