Last night, on the plane, I was freezing. As I struggled to stretch my jacket around me, the man I'd been chatting with, who sat next to me, spoke.
"Are you cold? I have a leather coat in my carry-on. I could get it out and you could put it over you," he said.
I had been facilitating meetings all day. Then I flew from Tulsa, ran to a connection in Houston and barely made it on the plane back to LA. I was exhausted.
"You know what?" I said. "I would love to borrow your coat. Thank you so much," I responded.
After I snuggled under the coat and began to drift off to sleep, I wondered, when was the last time a stranger was kind to you?
xoxo,
Suzanne
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- Suzanne Casamento
- Author of Fingerprints, Choosing Tally, and All the Moments in Between. Tweet me @suzannecasamento
To me there are Tens of Thousands of strangers that are kind to me every day. I am thankful for the men and women of the armed forces - all of whom are a stranger to me, yet they sign up to get their proverbial balls crunched, and possibly lose their lives.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a big fan of the cops, but without them I'd probably have been made into a human pinata by now if they were not doing what they do.
The firefighters get a ton of props, except for the Venice, CA unit who thinks its funny to blare their horn at 3am to clear the non existent traffic.
Hopefully some stranger in a lab coat will figure out how to cure cancer, or invent a ray gun that eliminates even the possibility of a nuclear war, or discover a new planet that is inhabitable for human life...
Shout out to all you strangers out there being good people, doing the right thing, at least, MOST of the time.
Not really a stranger, but not really a friend, someone who worked for Disney gave us two free passes.
ReplyDeleteNYC might get a bad rap but that's where I find the nicest strangers ever. I was in the city for work Thursday and several times I enjoyed the niceties of strangers whether holding a door open for me, letting me go first when exiting a train, or a random compliment on my shoes. I returned the favor by helping a few tourists understand where the heck they were, and showed on a map where the heck they were going. I hope those tourists went home and told their friends about the nice New Yorkers that helped them find their way around the best city in the world. I love being a nice stranger. :-)
ReplyDeletei few up to Mill Valley three weeks ago and I couldn't lift my carry-on bag into the overhead storage. Instead of having to ask for help, a youngish man asked if he could do it for me. . . . And then there was the young man in the neighborhood (a stranger to me) who saw me take a fall behind my house. While lying on the ground, eyes closed and wondering how many bones I'd broken, I heard a voice say, "Are you all right? Can I help you?" . . . Then there are the small daily kindnesses that I encounter all the time. None of them go unappreciated.
ReplyDeleteLately, these days just having someone smile and say hi is showing kindness.
ReplyDeleteAwesome story about the coat!