A few years ago, I was invited to a friends for dinner. He and his partner lived in the middle of nowhere, and I’d never been there before – but I was assured it was worth the hour (which is long in New Zealand terms) drive.
I got lost.
It got late (and dark).
My phone lost reception.
It started raining.
Yep. It was one of those tragic stories of hopelessness, and I didn’t know what to do. So I (in all my trusting faith) knocked on a strangers door, and asked if they had any idea where I was meant to go, and in explaining the situation, I bust into tears.
I can’t for the life of me remember whose house it was I turned up at, but this beautiful human took me in, made me tea, and put me up on the sofa with blankets so I could set up a makeshift bed for the night, get some rest and do whatever it was that I needed to do in the morning.
This happened at least six years ago, and I have not forgotten the kindness of this person yet. To whomever you are, and wherever you are; thank you for taking a chance on this strange human and looking after me. You have no idea how much it meant to me.
Cut to today, and I realized that it’s people and interactions like this that help keep the world spinning; help keep the world a happy place. I just got back from a weekend away in New York with my boyfriend, and it’s watching his interactions with the world that – again – help keep me sane. He’s always that one person who will help when he can, give a dollar when he can, make sure I don’t absentmindedly cross the street when there’s oncoming traffic (damn you, NYC craziness!), and offer a smile when he can. And while I try my best to do my bit and help out when I can; he reminds me on my off days that the world is still a beautiful place.
So for all you strangers out there who are doing your bit to make someone else’s day a little brighter, thank you. Thank you for seeing and acknowledging eachother. Thank you for the love. For the trust.
Thank you for the kindness.