From
time to time we all need some motivation.
Today
started off like any other Monday, I suppose. I woke up, did my makeup, put my
clothes on, and headed to work.
Soon
after I got to work, I started to feel anxious. I was on the verge of tears all
morning. I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. I felt horrible.
So
lunch time came and I just needed to get out of the office. I went to get lunch
(because of course I forgot my lunch…) and as I was driving I noticed that my
car was making a strange noise. I pulled over and got out and looked at my
tires. I noticed that the back tire was pretty low. Of course this was like
bordering on the last straw for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t make it to the
closest gas station, which wasn’t far away at all (maybe a half of a mile), but
I knew there was an automotive shop that was a lot closer.
I
pulled over into the automotive shop and walked in to the office. There was a
man sitting in the office with his back towards me. I asked him if he could
fill my tire up. I told him that I was afraid that I wouldn’t make it to the
gas station. At that point I started crying…of course…I mean did you expect
anything else from me? (If you did, you shouldn’t have…I get very emotional
very quickly.)
The
kind man told me to pull my car around to the side of the building where they
work on cars. He pumped my tire up and then checked it to see if it had any
holes or slow leaks. Well, he noticed that there was a nail in my tire. He
plugged it and checked my other tires without speaking a work. I didn’t ask him
to do it, I didn’t even hint to it. All I asked for was for my tires to be
pumped. Before I left, I gave him a hug to thank him and he said, “No problem
honey, just save up some money and get a new tire please. That one is dangerous
to drive on.”
I
cried the whole time that I was in this man’s shop.
I’m
not sure if that man will ever know how much I needed that kindness at that
moment. I was feeling sad and anxious and just overall terrible. I felt so small and weak. I honestly felt like I was a 10 year old going to my grandfather for help, but feeling so scared and ashamed to ask for it.
What’s
the moral of this story?
You
never know when a small act of kindness will really help some people. I know
that from multiple experiences. I feel like these things have been standing out
to me more lately. I have so much kindness and love around me. I don’t know if
I’m just noticing it more or if I’m just practicing gratitude more (therefore I’m
noticing it more) or if it’s happening more because the universe knows I really
need it right now, but words cannot really describe how it makes me feel for someone
to do these random acts of kindness for me.
Please
just remember; if there is something that you can do for someone else, no
matter how small. You never know how much you may touch that person.
And
remember, if you do not know what else to do, WWMD (What Would Mema Do). She
always said to kill them with kindness.
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| This isn't my picture, but I've seen it a lot and it makes me laugh every time. |
XOXO,
Kathy
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