There are a lot of good people in the world. We hear about the bad stuff, but those who quietly go about doing nice things don’t get much air time.
I was at NRG in Houston attending an event. It was lunch time and I went to get a drink. Well, a small diet Coke cost $5.75, but I was thirsty. As I was walking over to get a straw, plop, I dropped my drink on the floor. I told them about it so they could clean it up, and went and sat down, determined not to pay $5.75 again for another drink. It was the principle of the thing.
Pretty soon, a young woman came over and asked what I was drinking. She saw me drop my drink and said she was going to buy me another one, which she did and brought it over to me despite my protests. How sweet that was. I felt bad, because I could well afford another drink, but was just being stubborn. There are people who do see and do care.
There was a movie called, “Pay it Forward,” which showed that when a person did a good thing for you, then in turn, you should do something to help someone else and then ask them to do the same. Sounds like a good plan to me.
A young man kept me from almost stepping off the curb in front of a speeding car recently at the medical center. At the grocery store, a young woman grabbed my basket after I had unloaded it, and took it to the buggy rack for me. Seems a lot of those helping people are the younger generation. Good for them; sometimes they get a bad rap from us older folks.
Lately, I was eating lunch by myself, and swallowed food the wrong way and was coughing. One of the ladies who buses the tables noticed and came and asked me if I needed some water. I told her no thank you, but in a few minutes here she came with a cup of water and said, “Honey that soda is not gonna do it.” She was right. It did help alleviate my coughing.
Once on the subway from New Jersey to New York City, an older man made a young man move his backpack off a seat, so I could sit down. And then, when I got to the Big Apple, a young woman in the door of a shop told me my shoe was untied. All this in a city that is not known for caring.
Then there are those who take the time to come visit you when you are in the hospital or bring you food when you come home. These are the angels among us. They take time out of their busy schedules to brighten another’s life. They have learned not to postpone good acts because each day is precious and that day and that moment may never come around again.
A lot of these angels are Christians and many belong to a church because it is God’s house and they tend to hover near and follow His ways.
In the musical “Les Miserables,” some of the lyrics to one of the songs are, “To love another person is to see the face of God.”
And so it is.
A former longtime Baytown resident, Ginger Stripling now lives in Mont Belvieu. Contact her at email@example.com, Attention: Ginger Stripling.