Unlike Blanche DuBois, I don’t depend on it, but the kindness of strangers sometimes surprises and reassures me.
This morning I slogged through much snow – both falling and fallen – to the hardware store for a 20 kilo bag of anti-slip stuff.
By the time I got there I was covered with snow and stopped outside the doors to brush some of it off so that it wouldn’t melt and drip once I got into the nice, warm store. I shook the snow off my hat and started to brush it off the rest of me with my mitt.
Then a total stranger gently took the mitt out of my hand, brushed the snow off my back, handed the mitt back and went on her way.
There are good people in the world. Sometimes they’re not terribly visible, but they’re out there.