Often times, I'm shocked and appalled at what passes between humans these days. How we can so easily hurt each other. How immoral things are now considered the norm and there are those who would make a profit of it. I'm talking to you, Ashley Madison! Still, I know there is hope.
Nothing examplified this better than the unexpected gift I got this morning:
After being caught behind a terrible car accident on the interstate on my way to school and making it to campus later than planned, I decided to quickly duck into Coates to get a little snack before class. I emptied the change from my wallet (because what I wanted isn't in the machine that accepts TigerCards) and proceeded to the vending area. I put my quarter through the slot and heard a hollow clanking from the machine. It didn't register. Being a Barbe kid, I know that all vending machines have their temperments and some require "special treatment" to work. So I didn't panic, I simply retrieved my quarter and tried again, this time being careful to roll the quarter slowly down the slot. Clank. No dice.
Still, I had other coins so I tried a dime thinking maybe the machine was full of quarters and couldn't accept anymore. Tender amount: $.10 Sweet. I try another. $.20, $.30, $.40 I'm out of dimes. So I try a nickle. Clank. Sighing at the dismal realization of not getting my morning noms, I pressed the release button and retrieved my change from the machine. As I turned to leave, I noticed a girl standing behind me smiling and holding out a dollar. I don't know the amount of time she had been standing there, but I'm guessing it was significant enough to know I was having trouble with the machine taking my change. I thanked her and gave her my handful of change. She even stepped back to allow me to use her dollar to get my snack. After snatching my animal crackers (yes, this was all for animal crackers) from the bottom of the machine, I thanked her again and dashed off to class.
That girl was still on my mind while walking through the quad. Instead of being impatient and tapping her foot or sighing louldly to alert me of her presence, she had waited calmly, watching my plight with the machine and then offered help after I had given up. She didn't know me and still, she helped.
Some people call it a silver lining. Some call it moments of unscripted grace. Some call it Ace Ventura Jr. For me, it's a girl in Coates with a spare dollar.
So, to that girl in Coates with a dollar, thank you (again). Thank you for letting me know my faith in humanity is not wasted and that there is still good in the world.
.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.
9.2.11
Silver Lining
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I love little moments like that. They remind me to be more patient with people and nicer in general because, while a lot of people can be rude and aggravating, there still are some decent people out there. Never lose hope in people, love. Your hope gives me hope :)
PS- And that is the only nice thing that can ever be said about Ace Ventura Jr.
My uncle said I placed too much faith in people. It's people like these that give me hope. Alas, I still not as merciful as the Creator, so I probably would still rain hellfire and brimstone on the world regardless.
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