January 18, 2021
“Sometimes it takes only one act of kindness and caring to change a person’s life.”
It is hard for some of us as we isolate ourselves to avoid infection. I know I miss getting out these days. Fortunately I live in a senior residence community loaded with friendly residents and a caring staff.
My housekeeper visits weekly to change linens, clean and most of all to brighten my day. I have many encounters with food servers and other members of our residence staff members and I am greatful for what they so often do to help me enjoy my day, I just wish I knew rhem all better.
Here is a piece that mentions many of the little things that mean so much, not just as a recipient but also as a reminder that I need to be that stranger as well.
Dear Stranger, I’m Glad We Met.
You make my coffee every morning and draw a smiley face on my cup.
You hold the door open for me and say, “After you.”
I bet your heart is as beautiful as your smile.
You let me cut in front of you at the grocery store.
I drop a bag of candy and you pick it up.
You speak to me through a mask, engaging in muffled conversation.
You wave at me from your window like Queen Elizabeth.
You have dinner with me as we sit alone at a bar.
You grab my hand as the plane lands.
You hug me briefly.
You give me a high five.
You sign for me to help you.
You use an iPad to say hello.
You give me a rock that says Love on it.
I sit across from you on a bus in NYC.
You scoot over so I can sit down.
I sit in your office.
I teach you online.
We wish each other good luck before an exam.
I speak to you on the phone.
You sit on the floor next to me in Barnes and Noble, scanning the psychology section.
I walk next to you with our signs.
Your words resonate with me.
I think I’ve seen you before.
Yes, I made you a sandwich once.
We dance Forrô.
I can hear your heart.
It’s just as beautiful as your smile.
I keep walking.
I think I’m alone.
And then I see you again.
I may never learn your name, but please know I’m glad we met.
“Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are.”
Harold S. Kushner
Watching her mother as she tried on her new fur coat, young Lora said unhappily, “Mom, do you realize some poor dumb beast suffered so you could have that?”
The woman shot her an angry look, “Lora, how dare you talk about your father like that!”
I was carpooling with my friend Craig, he noticed that the “Check oil” light was on. He pulled into the gas station, got out of the car, opened the hood, checked the engine oil, closed the hood, then got back into the car. “Can we make a quick stop?” He asked.
“Sure,” I replied, “what did you need to do?”
“I need to stop by the auto parts place to get a longer dipstick?”
“What do you need a longer one for?” I enquired.
“Because the one I got isn’t long enough to reach the oil!”
“Everybody keeps saying that women are smarter than men, but did you ever see a man wearing a shirt that buttons down the back?”
A woman meant to call a record store, but dialed the wrong number and got a private home instead. “Do you have ‘Eyes of Blue’ and ‘A Love Supreme?'” she asked.
“Well, no,” answered the puzzled homeowner. “But I have a wife and eleven children.”
“Is that a record?” she inquired, puzzled in her turn.
“I don’t think so,” replied the man, “but it’s as close as I want to get.”
A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
A guy is at the pearly gates, waiting to be admitted, while St. Peter is leafing through the big book to see if the guy is worthy of entering. Saint Peter goes through the book several times, furrows his brow, and says to the guy, “You know, I can’t see that you did anything really good in your life, but, you never did anything bad either. Tell you what, if you can tell me of one REALLY good deed that you did in your life, you’re in.”
The guy thinks for a moment and says, “Well, there was the time when I was driving down the highway and I saw a group of biker guys gathered around this poor girl. I slowed down my car to see what was going on, and sure enough, there were about 20 of ’em tormenting this girl.” “Infuriated, I got out my car, grabbed a tire iron out of my trunk, and walked straight up to the leader of the gang, a huge guy with a studded leather jacket and a chain running from his nose to his ear. As I walked up to the leader, the gang formed a circle around me. So, I ripped the leader’s chain off his face and smashed him over the head with the tire iron. Then I turned around and yelled to the rest of them, ‘Leave this poor, innocent girl alone! You’re all a bunch of sick, deranged animals! Go home before I teach you all a lesson in pain!'”
St. Peter, impressed, says, “Really? When did this happen?”
“Oh, about two minutes ago.”
My childhood was rough. Once for my birthday my old man gave me a bat. The first day I played with it, it flew away.
Cecil and Morris are walking to services and Cecil asks, “I wonder whether it would be all right to smoke while praying?”
“Why don’t you ask the rabbi?” says Morris.
Cecil sees Rabbi Golden and asks, “Rabbi, is it permissible for me to smoke while I pray?”
“No, you may not. That’s utter disrespect to our religion and traditions!” quickly answers the rabbi.
Cecil goes back to his friend and tells him what the good Rabbi told him.
“I’m not surprised. You asked the wrong question. Let me try.”
Morris goes over to the rabbi and asks, “Rabbi, will it be ok if I pray while I smoke?”
To which Rabbi Golden eagerly replies, “By all means, my good man. By all means.”
“Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.”
Barbara De Angelis
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