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cinema_babe) wrote2010-09-15 01:55 pm
cinema_babe) wrote2010-09-15 01:55 pm
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Writer's Block: Random acts of kindness
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15 or 17 years ago, I was living in what I refer to as my "Bachelorette Pad" in a quaint bedroom community that held an annual community street fair and where kids still went door to door on Halloween.
Every Saturday, I used to get up and take a stroll to the post office to pick up my box mail. Since the walk took my through the downtown, on the way home I would stop at the same little take out Chinese joint and pick up a spring roll and beef with broccoli. I got the same thing every time I went there and the moment I walked through the door they would start working on my order.
One Saturday I had a nasty case of what would turn out to be bronchitis but decided to take the walk to the post office anyway because I needed to get out of the house and get some fresh air. I went to the Chinese takeout place like I always did. Looking like death in jeans and sneakers, I coughed up a lung and wheezed like my first car. I got my order and went home. As I paid the lady behind the counter said, "Feel better!". I thanked her and left.
I got home, sat down on the couch and unpacked my brunch. There was my spring roll, my duck sauce, my chopsticks, my beef with broccoli, and my white rice but the bag still had some heft. I peeked inside.
The lady behind the counter had packed a free pint of won ton soup. For rheumy, germy me.
I’ve been lucky in my life, very lucky. There have countless people who have showed me kindness but, and I wish I could figure out why, that small gesture touches me today as much as it touched me then.
15 or 17 years ago, I was living in what I refer to as my "Bachelorette Pad" in a quaint bedroom community that held an annual community street fair and where kids still went door to door on Halloween.
Every Saturday, I used to get up and take a stroll to the post office to pick up my box mail. Since the walk took my through the downtown, on the way home I would stop at the same little take out Chinese joint and pick up a spring roll and beef with broccoli. I got the same thing every time I went there and the moment I walked through the door they would start working on my order.
One Saturday I had a nasty case of what would turn out to be bronchitis but decided to take the walk to the post office anyway because I needed to get out of the house and get some fresh air. I went to the Chinese takeout place like I always did. Looking like death in jeans and sneakers, I coughed up a lung and wheezed like my first car. I got my order and went home. As I paid the lady behind the counter said, "Feel better!". I thanked her and left.
I got home, sat down on the couch and unpacked my brunch. There was my spring roll, my duck sauce, my chopsticks, my beef with broccoli, and my white rice but the bag still had some heft. I peeked inside.
The lady behind the counter had packed a free pint of won ton soup. For rheumy, germy me.
I’ve been lucky in my life, very lucky. There have countless people who have showed me kindness but, and I wish I could figure out why, that small gesture touches me today as much as it touched me then.