Small Things Count

Sometimes–often, actually–I’m proud of and grateful to my fellow human beings. I left my ill husband on a bench in front of Armadillo Willy’s and went to get the car…which had a flat tire. Along came a woman who had been in the restaurant with us, saw what was going on, and insisted that she pick up my exhausted husband from the bench and drive him to me. Then a man wandered by and offered to change the tire, saying he could do it before AAA could even dispatch the call. He couldn’t do it with the tools we had, so he drove my husband home, then came back.  He found me waiting for AAA, who was due in another 15 minutes.  Instead of leaving, he hung around and talked with me. Meanwhile, several pedestrians and drivers offered help. Their kind actions, which seemed small to them, were large to me.  With so much animosity and negativity in the news, it felt good to be the recipient of the kindness of these strangers.