I am an easy crier; I can cry at the drop of a hat when reading something uplifting such as the Kindness Blog. If you have never looked into this, do check it out; it is not only touching, but amazing. When I read it, I always cry. Why? Because it is filled with simple acts of kindness which restores my faith in people. Considering the way our world is today, reading the Kindness Blog gives me hope for us all.
It can be simple little things, such as giving up your seat on the bus for an old man with a cane. Or it can be just a smile. I have read about people who have seen someone out in the cold who isn’t dressed for it; they give that someone their coat.
Us easy criers are often embarrassed about it; I know I am. The Crankee Yankee always gently tells me that tears are nothing to be ashamed of and to let the tears go as they may. Often when other people see another person crying, they may feel uncomfortable and don’t quite know how to help. Or they just ignore it; which doesn’t mean that they are unkind, they just don’t know what to do.
Many years ago, I had visited my parents and my car needed a lot of work. My dad looked it over and said he would get it fixed for me and told me to take my mom’s new car and use it until my car was taken care of.
Well, I really didn’t want to do that, knowing that the car was the first brand-new car Mom ever had and I didn’t want anything to happen to it. But they both insisted and I left my own car and drove home with Mom’s new one.
About a week later there was a huge snow storm. I drove as carefully as I could, and took the highway which was still icy. As I came to my turnoff, I hit a patch of sheer ice and the car bounced from side to side and flipped over; The roof was smashed in, and luckily that last flip turned the car back on its tires. All I could think of was that this was Mom’s brand new car and how in the world would I pay for it..
A man drove up and stopped. He rolled down his window and asked if I was all right. By this time I was crying and shaking. He held my hand and told me that he would call the police to help me (remember, this was way back when there were no cell phones). I told him that this was my mom’s car and I know she would be furious. He took my hand and told me that she would rather have me safe and alive and that the car could be fixed.
I never forgot that man’s kindness. Even now, years later, I still get tearey-eyed.