Would you like to hear a nice story, about how strangers are still nice to each other sometimes?
So back in December, right when the miscarriage was happening, I was in rough shape. My two bestest in-Hawaii friends were both on the mainland, my family couldn’t get to me and I couldn’t get to them, and my hubs was still in Afghan. I needed food and supplies, so I had to take myself to the commy.
At our commissary (the grocery store on a military base) there are baggers who work for tips only. They bag all your groceries and then help you out to the car, and load you up. Usually I say no thanks, and do it myself. (It doesn’t help that most of the baggers are half my size and 80 years old, I feel like a total douche making a tiny old lady carry my groceries for me.) Well, on this particular December day I was too sick to say no – I needed the help.
So the bagger (who is young and vibrant actually, not an old grandma at all) and I are walking to my car and she just turns to me and says, “I’m sorry if I’m out of line here, but are you okay? You don’t look okay.”
I shook my head no. No, I wasn’t okay at all. And, I just started crying. I told her everything, it all just poured out: “No, I’m not okay. I’m miscarrying our baby right now, my husband is deployed, my family is in Florida, and its Christmas in a couple days and I’m all alone, waaaaaaaaaah.”
“Can I hug you?” she asked me.
And there we stood in the parking lot together, a total stranger holding me while I cried all over her.
It was a random act of kindness times a million. Talk about an angel being sent in to give you some love when you need it the most. Woah. It was one of the most touching experiences I’ve ever had.
She invited me over for Christmas dinner at her house, gave me her phone number, and told me to call her if I need anything. I knew she was 100% genuine too. I ended up getting invited over to Ashley’s house for Christmas dinner, so I didn’t take my Parking Lot Angel up on her offer. (I didn’t feel so good on Xmas either, so I wasn’t up to meeting new people, etc).
Over the last couple months we keep running into each other at the commy, we’ve been texting with plans to meet up – but our schedules have been kinda wack. Until now. Finally, we got together last night and she came over for a dinner date! I hadn’t cooked for anyone in a hot minute, so I was all excited.
I cleaned my whole house:
I made baked ziti with chicken, cut up a beautiful tomato and a cucumber as a salad, and I had a loaf of French bread from the commy.
We had a lovely evening, and I’m pretty sure I’ve made a new friend. We had lots in common, and since we’re both chatty people – the conversation flowed easily. Even though our first meeting was a unique experience of random kindness for me – I have a feeling my new friend is nice to strangers all the time and that kind of stuff is just the norm for her. She just radiates kindness and happiness, my kinda lady! I want to be more like her.
She brought over this chocolate cake from the Commy Bakery, and it was amazing. The best buttercream frosting I’ve had on this island for sure.
See, wasn’t that a nice story? Common decency and thoughtfulness do still exist, and I’m lucky enough to know that firsthand. I love being the recipient of a random act of kindness. And now I have a new friend and I had a really nice Tuesday evening. (feeling warm and fuzzy yet?).
Next time you see a stranger having a bad day or a rough time, please think of me and pay it forward. Even if its just a smile or a kind word, a little gesture can go such a long way. Let’s all just be nice to each other.