Saturday, July 2, 2011

Perfect Strangers

When I was younger I was taught to help people in need, respect your elders, and clean up after yourself.  My Mom likes to refer back to a time when I was still young during my paper route years.  It was a windy day and there was a girl who lost control of her papers.  They were flying all over the place with pamphlets coming out in the middle.  We were stopped at a light in the car, so we jumped out to help this girl gather and wrap her papers back up.  I believe this is probably one of my Mom's proudest moments because she knew we were raised well. 

I recently had a touching moment, not a proud one, but one I was happy to have.  I walked into work one day and a co-worker did a gasp as I walked into my cubicle.  My work day usually starts at 7:30am, but that day I came in at 9:00am.  She was worried that something had happened to me.  I hadn't told her that I had an appointment considering it had gotten scheduled near the last few minutes of shift the day before.

In a land where I knew no one and wasn't close to anyone, she was the one who helped me the most.  She protected me when I needed it and worried about me when I needed to be accounted for.  I barely knew this woman and already she was there like a best friend. 

Not a lot of people that I have come across think about anyone, but themselves. It is refreshing that not all things are lost in the world after all.  I guess they are right when they say somethings never die.

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