I want to remember to "pay it forward." Last night I was carrying the box that contained my new air purifier. The package wasn't heavy but it was unwieldy (at least 20" tall and probably twice as wide), and I had an interesting time maneuvering it onto the train.
A young man (between 25 and 30) not only gave me his seat on the train, he insisted on helping me get it down the stairs. No kidding, he actually said, "I insist you let me take this on the stairs."
Small kindnesses like that don't feel so small to the person on the receiving end. I must remember that and do something similar for someone soon.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
I am a firm believer of paying it forward. I try to do random acts of kindness at least once a week. And you got a good one! Chivalry is not dead!
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the second time that's happened to you?
ReplyDeleteI also need to remember to pay things forward.
Yes, Ms. Silver. I took a tumble a couple of years ago when trying to get a microwave oven onto the train and found myself "depending on the kindness of strangers."
ReplyDelete