My friend Lisa Bendall runs a blog called 50 Good Deeds, a completely happy place you should go to from time to time to restore your faith in humanity. I recently emailed Lisa about two unrelated but very nice and very unexpected things that happened to my son Jim and me on the way home from Jim’s work at the YMCA the other day. I do believe that little nicesties, kindnesses, thoughtful gestures make a significant difference not only in the recepient, but in the person who does something good (especially if it’s something selfless with no expectation of something in return.).
As a postscript to my little story to Lisa about nice things people did for us, I’m convinced happy breeds happy. Yesterday, just after Jim pumped gas on 8th Street and we were pulling out of the gas station, I spotted a Metro newspaper box. “Hey, Jim, can you hop out and grab one?” It was very, very windy so he struggled with the box lid for a minute, gave up and got back in the car. A woman pushing her way along the sidewalk in the blowing dust, yanked open the box, ran over to our car, and when I rolled the window down, she said, “Here! It was stuck!”
I said, “Thank you so much! Sure is windy!”
She said, “Yep, that’s spring in Saskatchewan!”
“Want a ride?” I asked.
“Really, are you serious? You don’t know me!”
“Hop in!” So she wrenched open the back door, plopped down with her bags. “I’m Linda!” she said and we were no longer strangers.
“Where do you live?”
“At the end of 8th Street, behind the funeral home. I hope that’s not out of your way?” Off we went and we chatted about springtime in Saskatoon. We pulled in and she thanked us. She stood and waved in the parking lot with a big smile. Jim kept waving until we couldn’t see her.
“That was a nice person who needed a ride,” I told him.
“I know,” he said. We backtracked the way we had come because it really had been completely in the other direction. It only took about 20 minutes extra; we had time.
Niceness is as niceness does.