Submitted by Lager
Guest Post by The Feral Irishman
On the ride home tonight I made a quick detour into the local Supermarket to grab some stuff for dinner. I hate shopping and crowds but I do my best to get through it. I made the rounds and had maybe 8-10 items in the “little kid” cargo area. It was busy as I approached the checkout lines.
The three that were open had three patrons each.
I scanned the check out belts and loaded carts in front of me to quickly assess which line would move faster, made my choice, and took my six foot distancing spot out in the cross aisle.
As luck would have it, they had to change the register drawer on patron one. So I stood and fucked around on my phone.
A younger woman , late 20’s early 30’s showed up at the lines and was scanning for a spot. She, had a full carriage. One of the young men must have seen her and motioned for her that he would help her in the aisle on my left.
We exchanged glances and, to my surprise, she said ” Go ahead, you were here and you only have a few things”.
And with that my brain farted…. “Uh, Uh, are you sure?”
“Yes, go ahead” she replied.
” Geez, thanks” still in shock at the kindness of a stranger.
Then I went for a laugh.
“My mother always taught me ladies before gentlemen” I smiled.
She laughed and said “go ahead.”
I moved up to the check out and quickly loaded my stuff on the conveyor.
Turning back I smiled again and said “Thanks, that was very nice.”
She started loading her stuff on the conveyor and the first two items were kid’s ice creams. I grabbed both boxes, handed them to the cashier and said “I’ll pay for those”
She spoke up and said “You don’t have to do that”.
“Yes I do” I replied, “You were very kind.”
At that point she placed some huggies on that conveyor and said “Well at least you didn’t grab these!” laughing.
“My two year old is streaking around the house like a nut.”
As we laughed I said “Tell him it ain’t the seventies any more.”
At that point, my subconscious quickly did math on his slide rule and whispered:
“Dude, she was probably born the 90’s and has no idea what the fuck the 70’s were.
I outta kick your stupid ass.”
I wished her a Happy New Year and thanked both young men at the check out.
Have you ever left some situation with a bounce in your step, a warmth in your heart and a smile on your face? I did just that, earlier tonight.
As I walked to the truck and loaded the bags I said to myself, “She just renewed my faith in humanity”. I hopped in, circled around the aisles of cars and headed down the exit aisle.
As I neared the end, she was coming up the aisle on my drivers side.
No way.
I rolled down the window slowed to a stop next to her and said, “I just want to let you know that you renewed my faith in humanity this evening.”
She gasped and raised her hand to her mouth…
She said. “I can’t believe you just said that. After you left and I was finishing up, the young boy bagging my stuff said, “What I just witnessed renewed my faith in humanity.”” She went on, “Can you believe that a young kid like that saw the simple interaction and felt the same way and said the same thing?”
“Maybe there IS hope.” she finished.
I replied “After hearing that the kid said that to you, I think there just might be!”
I reached out with a fist bump wishing her, again, a happy new year.
She responded in kind.
“Have a great night.” I smiled again….
It was then that I noticed the dust in her eyes through the dust in mine………
I drove off as she started pushing her cart up the aisle….
Thank you kind soul. You made my night.
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Great story, well told.
We’re in the majority, these kinds of experiences have been a regular occurrence for us throughout this past two years, the negative stuff, not so much.
God bless you for listening to your conscience.
Twenty years ago this exchange would have been forgotten by the both of them before either left the parking lot.
Today it’s rare enough to generate an article and comments.
We have fallen far, fast.
It’s not that rare where I live, which is one of the reasons I live here.
I often do it for selfish reasons- if I’m nice to the people who work in businesses I patronize, they go out of their way when they see I could use some help. It’s possible to use common courtesy to show respect to anyone, anywhere, anytime. I think its a built in feature, so that people can live in groups and make it work.
Nice feel good story.
It’s how humans should all behave and interact in a civil society.
Unfortunately it will stop nothing that is very soon coming.
What it can do is to cause us to properly focus on the complete end of the world as we know it and properly spiritually prepare for it individually through a personal relationship with God by His grace and through faith in His only begotten Son Jesus come whatever may.
I like to put in my morning contemplation that something wonderful will happen today, and it often does.
Something wonderful happened yesterday. I picked up another LEVERGUN!!!
HAPPY!!!
Which one of you undercover lefty asswipes is racist against leverguns?
Damn, what’s with the hate? No need for negs on any of the above comments. Especially the lever guns!
The same 2 trolls, who are lower than whale shite, who are down voting any post of value.
Yeah! One of John Browning’s first designs for an automatic rifle used a lever action rifle as its base. It was a bit awkward, but it worked as proof of concept and led to the Garand.
The power of now can make wonderful things out of negative situations. Not always, but now.
My contemplation each day runs like this:
Just for today I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my whole life problem at once. I can do something for twelve hours that would appall me if I felt that I had to keep it up for a lifetime.
Just for today I will be happy. Most folks are as happy as they make up their minds to be.
Just for today I will adjust myself to what is, and not try to adjust everything to my own desires. I will take my ‘luck’ as it comes, and fit myself to it.
Just for today I will try to strengthen my mind. I will study. I will learn something useful. I will not be a mental loafer. I will read something that requires effort, thought and concentration.
Just for today I will exercise my soul in three ways: I will do somebody a good turn, and not get found out; if anybody knows of it, it will not count. I will do at least two things I don’t want to do —just for exercise. I will not show anyone that my feelings are hurt; they may be hurt, but today I will not show it.
Just for today I will be agreeable. I will look as well as I can, dress becomingly, talk low, act courteously, criticise not one bit, not find fault with anything and not try to improve or regulate anybody except myself.
Just for today I will have a programme. I may not follow it exactly, but I will have it. I will save myself from two pests: hurry and indecision.
Just for today I will have a quiet half hour all by myself, and relax. During this half hour, sometime, I will try to get a better perspective of my life.
Just for today I will be unafraid. Especially I will not be afraid to enjoy what is beautiful, and to believe that as I give to the world, so the world will give to me.
Needless to say I never achieve it, but it is a reminder to carry on trying.
And yes, often something wonderful happens.
Beautiful. You are a beacon of light in the wilderness.
You are a wise man. I saved this piece and I thank you.
A couple of trolling dolts gave you down votes.
But, as in your statement and, the feral Irishman, they are the small minority.
It would be nice if we could just go back to being neighborly with each other all the time, wouldn’t it?
’round here they look at you funny if you are anything else, but they don’t let it phase them. It’s nice when people aren’t running around with their defenses up.
TPTB absolutely don’t want that, thus what they and their media whores do 24/7.
Not everybody ever was, nor should you imagine that everybody ever will be.
This has been my experience these last few years, maybe even more so than before. Or, which is quite possible, my perception is skewed, and I notice and appreciate the niceness more and tune out the badness. If so, I’m fine with that, too.
Our People are waking up some.
Thank You for renewing my faith in humanity to all involved
Most people in the world are nice polite courteous its those who live a parasitic existence with an entitlement mentality living off the tax payer confiscated wealth this includes sadly quite a few working in government employed positions clueless what it really takes to get along in a free open society !
They exist in bubble wrap protective custody that is bankrupting the producers and doers but still we try to find some good among us the great unwashed
Unfortunately, many of those in positions of power in government don’t want people to get along in the freedom of an open society. They want enforced cooperation in a planned tyranny.
This is normal stuff where I live.
Same here. And I appreciate the hell out of that and twist the arms of my East Coast buddies to get them to come live where I am.
Normal stuff here too. Not so much in liberal areas, from my experience.
RRD…you’re a Texan, right?
Normal here, happened to me a few days ago, I refused to accept her gift, but complimented her…
Guadalupe County. Bout an hour east of San Antonio.
Much like All In The Family, I believe this song was written to mock traditional Nationalist people like myself. But instead it has become a rallying cry.
Put that in your pipes and smoke it, Elton and Norman Lear!
Yes it’s normal in Cape Town where i came from and where I plan to return. In UK not so much.
~Off topic, but yet another good place to point those folks who have young adult men in their circles,
for some good reading and podcasts for the young men to avoid becoming soy boys.
Masculinity as toxic? No.
Moar, please.
I advocate for teenage boys to have male teachers. Female teachers are not doing any favors for male youth. Trust me.
Generally true, but I have seen a few exceptions, generally teachers who have boys at home…
Yes, there are always exceptions, however it goes further than just simply passing on knowledge. It also has to do with mannerisms, how you hold yourself, how you speak and the language you use…the non-verbal education is just as important.
Of course they can get this from their fathers too, but students generally spend more time with their teachers than they do with their family. (those not being homeschooled)
I’m also not a fan of co-education. I do think boys and girls learn differently and should be taught differently. The current education system treats boys like broken girls. Their need to be loud, wild, and rowdy needs to be supported and understood with the proper outlets.
A few weeks ago you posted a comment which I took way out of context.
I was very ugly to you, and I apologize for it now.
No problem, Joe. I can rub people the wrong way sometimes. 🙂
So do dentals drills and proper exercise. 🙂
That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever read. 😉
Are you some sort of reactionary?
How many different teachers, both female and male did I have through 12 years of public education? Which one’s mannerisms and modes of teaching were definitive?
Not all boys are, or need to be “loud wild and rowdy”, and those that are must be taught the limits of and the proper arenas for their wildness.
Essentially, it should be a choice for parents. If they want coed schooling for their kids, they should be able to find it. Likewise if they don’t.
“Are you some sort of reactionary?”
After breathing the same air as radicals over the last few years, yes, absolutely.
Good point, but too few.
None.
Our church let’s the ladies teach through age 12. 13 and up are taught by the men of the church. That is God’s design in the bible.
Is that right about the Bible? I didn’t know that. Do you happen to know what verse points to that?
1 Timothy 2:12 and verses following.
Thx
You even get downvoted for asking a simple question?
Not unusual, RRD.
I did it because I couldn’t resist…
Ah, Ghost! Well, I like your honesty.
I object; Mrs White taught me HS Trigonometry and Algebra III and she was outstanding. I was an Officer and several women who worked in various offices were outstanding; it would have been wrong for anyone to “silence” them. As a teacher, girls as a group outscored boys and outstanding girls should not be silenced. Paul was a great man but he was not God and I can’t generally support 1Tim2:12.
I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. 1 Timothy 2:12.
Not a biblical scholar and figured he had the verse right at the tip of his tongue. But thanks for the suggestion. Never thought to do my own research. Glad you’re here to help.
So, any boy aged 13 is a man, and therefore must thereafter be taught only by men…
Why does Timothy sound like a typical product of a patriarchal tribal society?
Paul was.
You edited your response, John. Wise.
How many can even understand what is meant by that now?
Likewise – the older women are to teach the younger women how to love their husbands.
Don’t see too much of that today; instead we have the officially approved marriage counseling classes…usually run by men.
Does the obverse hold? Should older men teach the young men how to love their wives?
Would it not be better to learn how to love others from both men and women of any age?
Men and women are different (strong vs soft) so men teach love more with strength, guidance, courage, physical, mental, material, and spiritual support, etc. Women love with touch, tenderness, devotion, caring, patience, sacrifice, kindness, warmth, sharing, etc. When men become cuddly soy boys and women become bossy Karens, children’s innate wires become crossed and short out into psychological problems like LGBTQP, etc…
Men and women are different within the groups of Men and Women.
Believe it or not, some men are teaching their sons to be tender, kind, caring and patient, and some women are teaching their sons to be courageous and strong…
Of course, some parents are teaching both their sons and daughters to be all of the above.
God’s design and what truly works are the same. This wisdom wasn’t plucked out of the air like contemporary thinking is.
There is wisdom in the traditions shown us in the Bible, but not all of what was wise for a small patriarchal tribe is wise today.
Do you really think everything in the bible is a description of God’s design? Do you imagine you understand the mind of God so clearly as to know God’s designs?
That’s very doubtful… Are you sure God said that to Timothy? Was Timothy a certified Prophet of God? If so, who certified him, and when?
I had two incidents: My first test returned in 10h grade English class was an all red F- (this poor country boy was bussed to a city school) , the bitch teacher was from Boston and told the class I belonged in the 5th grade. I asked Philip Seagel how he could remember all the rules and he said in his British accent: I can’t remember the rules either, I’ve just never been exposed to any bad English. The American History bitch teacher (Miss Coxwell) hated me instantly and gave me 6 Fs and there was nothing the school or school board would do about it. Funny though, I scored 471 out of 495 possible (250 was avg) on the state senior placement test, had lunch with the state Agricultural Commissioner, Dole Conner, and was given a scholarship to FSU; fuck the asshole feminist teachers.
Great story of perseverance against the feminazi’s.
A similar thing happened to me on Tuesday when I only had 4 items and the woman in front of me was unloading a full cart. She invited me to jump line and I was through about the same time she finished her unload.
I see it a lot around here, especially at Aldi, but never at Wally World.
I find the nicest people in the bottle return place. Usually, those are the ones that work hard and pinch pennies. They exemplify the opposite of those that are either born with a silver spoon in mouth or those willing to live off of free handouts.
Also, unrelated: Was looking at properties in TN online. I like the Chuckey/Limestone area. Pretty mountain views. But they sell like hotcakes.
Svarga…have you considered building a Barndo? (Barn/Condo) I have a friend who bought some land in TN and then built a Barndo. It was a cost-effective option and turned out really well. Just something to look into maybe.
I consider all sorts of things as I lie in bed, like living in an RV full time, or converting an old school bus, or making a tiny house out of a Home Depot shed, or moving to Ecuador. I am not sure where life will take us ultimately. I have a feeling that the plan will reveal itself in time. It always has.
Well, get moving. 🙂
I did the RV thing for one year. Went to a lot of National Parks. It was a phenomenal experience. Highly recommend it if you can live like a gypsy. I actually want to do it again…someday.
You like venomous spiders bigger than your hand? No? Avoid Ecuador.
It was going to be my next move. Then I saw the spiders. NOPE!
Besides, last I hear the were getting Covid stupid just like Canada.
Geez! They aren’t aggressive spiders, and they barbecue up nicely! Yumm!
Who wants to live under a condominium association? I guess, if you do, go for it.
You must be talking about something other than re-modeling a barn…
So we have moved to our little farm in Arkansas and the boxes go forever. Setting up a sleep number bed with no internet is no bueno, just wanted it to inflate so we could sleep on a comfy bed. The app on the phone would not do it. Searched on the phone for solutins, none of whichneorked so I called “customer service”. The answering recorded message is a nice man’s voice who reassured me several times that my call is very important and a “specialist” would be happy to assist me as soon as they could get to my call, it won’t take long. The music wasn’t horrible so I waited, sipping some 12 yr scotch Hubs bought. Hubs had a brillant idea!! “Call the nearest Sleep Number store.” Great idea, so I did. Donna answered with a lovely “just folks” accent that made me feel like a friend she hadn’t met yet. She was able to tell me the remote, that I hadn’t found yet, would inflate the bed, Glory Be! I thanked her and told we had just moved in and the remote was “somewhere”. “Oh, well, if you can’t find it, just pop on down here to the store and we can loan you one.” We chatted for a good 20 minutes, such a wonderful “customer service” experience at our new home!! (I did find the remote and we did get some sleep, now for those endless boxes)
That story is a perfect example of the mirror of God. We get back what we reflect out to the world. People forget that Karma is a two-way street. I remember when people told me you gave me faith in humanity, and it is indeed a wonderful thing.
It’s all there in the Good Book. Let it shine on! It’s only the light of the world 🕯️
Romans 12 spells it out very well.
Yes, it does. I always remember the people who treated me with Grace.
….overcome evil with good. It takes a lot of good in this day and age. However God never asks us to do anything impossible.
He most certainly DOES ask us to do the impossible.
But He often teaches us how to accomplish the impossible.
Noticeable, pleasant, when it happens. But “humanity” overdoes. Plurality sounds like pleurisy & hyperventilation sounds like panic. Faith renewed that there are humans sprinkled about the haystack is as far as it goes. The humans are & will always be densely surrounded by something else.
“The fiercely busy & tragical director Kazan was Stanislavsky to the Bird’s (Tennessee Williams) Chekhov. Where Tennessee or Chekhov intended a comic effect, the two directors insisted on fierce passion & tears. Invariably, at the end of A Streetcar Named Desire, when the audience was barking like seals as the broken Blanche DuBois is led a way, with the poignant cry, “I have always depended upon the kindness of strangers,” the Bird’s whoop of laughter would echo in the snuffling theater, & he would say, loudly, “Now she’s off to the bughouse.”
In London I acted as interpreter between the Bird & Claire Bloom when she was about to take on the role of Blanche. The Bird didn’t think she was right for the part, but he had agreed to the production. Claire was jittery. He offered her a cigarette. “I don’t smoke,” she said, grabbing the cigarette & inhaling deeply as he lit it. “Except one, just before dinner, always in the evening,” she babbled. The Bird looked at her suspiciously; then he said, “Do you have any questions about the play?”
“Yes.” Claire pulled herself together. “What happens *after* the final curtain?”
The Bird sat back in his chair, narrowed his eyes. “No actress has ever asked me that question.” He shut his eyes; thought. “She will enjoy her time in the bin. She will seduce one or two of the more comely young doctors. Then she will be let free to open an attractive boutique in the French Quarter…”
“She wins?”
“Oh, yes,” said the Bird. “Blanche wins.” The result was splendid. Claire gained greater & greater strength as the play proceeded &, at the end, she leaves for the bin as for a coronation. Audiences cheered, not knowing how one psychological adjustment, made in the smoke of one cigarette at dusk, had changed the nature sof a famous play.” ~ Palimpsest, A Memoir, Gore Vidal
Is another, significant, psychological adjustment in Blanche implied, or necessary? Or did she just really polish up her credo to the point of leveraging-weaponization?
Insightful. You got some serious depth going on there.
One day I hope to catch an Ah-hah! glimpse into seeing & understanding
how the synapses fire in your brain, 4Getty.
You’re not alone, as I frequently see you upvoted.
Still, on a different level than most, I suspect, while idling in a wonderama.
My wife has paid for the person following her in the drive-through line at In-N-Out a couple of times. I never use the drive-through because I have a hard time understanding what’s being said through the HiFi speakers there. Amusing story possibly posted here before (it’s not mine)-
I was looking at the drive through menu at McDonald’s when the guy behind me started getting impatient. Taking a minute to decide what to get was too much for him apparently and he started making comments and then honked his horn a couple times. I waved to him in the mirror, gave my order then drove to the pay window.
“I’d like to pay for the guy behind me, too” I said to the cashier. I paid for my order and his then pulled up to the delivery window, showed both receipts, got my order and his and then drove off.
That’s funny. Especially when you think through the process.
Asshole discovers you paid for his meal and either feels really bad or gets more angry since he’s just been shamed.
Then, he goes to the pickup window.
Two random acts of kindness per day were initially difficult, in time it became easy as opportunities were attracted to me.
I have found that it is the small everyday deed of ordinary folks that keep the darkness at bay. Small acts of kindness and love.” ~ Gandalf (J. R. R. Tolkein ~ The Hobbit)
Like the name and love the book. HWB
Thank you for this. Brought tears to my eyes. Good stuff!
The article reminded ME of all the times I could have let the person behind me (me with a fairly full cart) go ahead of me. Brought a flush of personal embarrassment to my face, actually.
Nice stories. But far more typical is an interaction I had less than 40 minutes ago. I have a plainly visible, black and white “No Solicitors” sign on my front door. A knock on the door, I get up from the computer and open the kitchen window a crack and say “Can I help you?” He says ” I’m Art Cruz and I’m installing solar panels next door at your neighbor Chris’ house and thought I’d “reach out” and see if you had any interest in saving money on your monthly PG&E bill.” I said “Gee, Art. I like saving money as much as the next guy. But why would I want to do business with a man that can’t read. Or maybe you can read. Maybe you just don’t give a shit about what I want or my privacy in my own home. No. I don’t believe I wanna do business with you Art. Have a good day.” Then I closed the window and walked back to the computer.
I answered that ad for cheap electricity and the sales rep had to reveal that all the solar power always goes to the electric company grid always and only to their grid; when they are down, you are down. They control the system for thirty years. I said no thanks, I’ll buy my own solar panels and my roof’s power will go to my batteries and I will control the system and have emergency power when the grid is down. She said call me because I can get panels at a discount.
Maybe he thought your sign meant “No Lawyers”?
I have a cousin lives in India at an International Community called Pondicherry. Some old lady they call “The Mother” lives there and my cousin is “into” that Eastern philosophy stuff and teaches English there and also gives piano lessons. She takes classes and attends seminars, seeking enlightenment, I guess.
I sent her an email not long ago asking her to come live in my treehouse for a while. I’ve asked her occasionally, over the years, to do so, but she’s always claimed to want to reside there in the “community” she’s made her home these last twenty years, since she was granted citizenship in that little community where intellectuals go to feel smarter. (Don’t tell her I said that.)
This time she responded with an exclamation of Yes! Followed by a reminder there would be a delay for travel issues, but that when she can leave she would love to stay in my little treehouse for a time. Perhaps, for a time and a half.
The reason I bring this up is because she taught me the way to embrace and use what Eckhardt Tolle called “The Power of Now.”
As we got to the checkout line, I groaned because an old woman in a wheelchair cart was ahead of us and it was going to take forever…
Then, without a pause in her stride, my cousin gracefully stepped around the woman’s cart and said “Ma’am, please allow me to unload your cart for you!” just as cheerfully as you can imagine. I started to feel a bit shallow for groaning and then I got it.
I stepped up to my cousin’s side, unloaded the rest of the items and before I could pick up our own items from the floor behind me, where I’d placed them, the old lady was checked out and gone. My cousin’s laughter is a soft chuckle that sounds like velvet feels: pleasantly comforting with a bit of a tickle. (Trust me, she belongs in an international community of eggheads, but I love her and miss her and want her nearby if a comet is headed this way. My own little tribute to Don’t Look Up.) She had simply changed an irritating delay into a positive situation for us all.
The POWER of NOW is what gives us the opportunity to make a difference.
Maybe she IS an intellectual that IS smarter 😉
There is always a way to smile and make a situation better. I think it read somewhere that we should embrace even doing the dishes because it means that we have family and food to share with them, or doing the laundry, because it means that we have running water and clothes to wear.
Thankful, that is whats wrong with the libs., no thanks for anything always want more.
Soul is happy entity that always lives in the now. The spiritual adepts have taught this since the dawn of time.
Amen. (This is an affirmation of truth)
I wouldn’t have found Jesus without the ” Eastern stuff” to help me understand his words. The west has lost all traditions of meditation and it’s corollaries.
When I go out somehow or other I end up talking to someone for 15-30 mins., Most feel like we do, I stay away from the liberal faces, maybe that is why.
Also certain groups of races, butt in front of you, or go back grocery shopping while their groceries are on the conveyor belt. Happens all the time, I have no patience for these selfish ones.
“…I stay away from the liberal faces…”
It’s gotten so I can even tell them from behind, like while waiting on line, even without seeing their faces. Little things give it away. They carry themselves differently. But I don’t have to avoid them. They give me a wide berth. Got that resting angry-face thing going on. Plus I usually growl when I prowl around town, just in case any dumbasses can’t read.
My kind recognize me just fine. Mostly my kind out where I live.
Your mention of the “resting angry face” describes my face as well.
Without realizing it, growing a beard made me more approachable, or so says friends and former employees and I am glad for it.
I’m in a position where I need people to be relaxed in their communications with me.
Two years ago at the grocery store I happened to notice a young lady with three small boys in her cart. They were ahead of me through most of the store. Several time I noticed her hug all three at once. They seemed to be much in love, a scarce thing in this day and age. I noticed her billfold and it was empty after she paid and by their clothes I knew they were not blessed with money. They checked out and left while I was checking out. As I was leaving she was returning her cart to the store and I stopped her. I thanked her for her love for her children and gave her several $20 dollar bills. Her smile and the giant hug I received are still remembered nearly every day. I hope they had a great Christmas that year as I am still receiving blessings every time that event crosses my mind. Since God has been so kind to me during my life I get even more blessings by following after my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
some people bring tears to your eyes, others running scams piss ya off, let no man deceive us, We all should be so kind when warranted
That’s a nice story.
When I was working on a cruise ship in 1995, the crew could make extra money babysitting in our time off for $8 per hour. I spent one evening babysitting two young boys, and when the family got back from dinner, the Dad did not just pay me the $16 for 2 hours, but gave me a $100 bill and said that I could keep the rest. Not that I was poor or anything, but I could not believe his generosity. It felt like a windfall, and I still remember it almost 30 years later.
A year ago, I had almost the same situation as you at the grocery store. I saw a woman who was obviously short of money and was shopping for herself and young children, and I just gave her $100. It was my way of paying it forward.
Since Covid, my children and I have put together little ziploc bags for the homeless, containing $10, a snickers bar and a new pair of socks. We hand one to every homeless person that we see. I know that they say that it only encourages them buying booze or continuing bad choices in other ways, but, to be honest, if a bottle of alcohol is the only thing that makes their day bearable, they can be our guests. Most of the homeless people comment on the socks, that that is what makes them most happy.
shhhh, you aren’t suppose to say that or you reward was just given to you.
Sharing ain’t the same thing as bragging. The braggarts have had their reward. Svarga Loka is only communicating with a kindred spirit.
Those with eyes to see know there are many generous hands on these boards.
And she’s very right to not care what the recipients do with the money. What they do with what they’re given is between them and God. Between US and God, is that what do as He says and give to everyone who asks… to draw ourselves out to the poor… and then some.
Thanks.
If you knew me, you would know that bragging or any kind of pretentiousness is not in me.
In fact, most days, you’d be lucky to see me in clothes that aren’t torn. That’s only if I had a heads up that someone is coming to visit.
But I enjoy giving to others, either of myself or of things.
Awesome, and who doesn’t like a nice pair of socks.
One time when I was a senior at OU taking a finals exam (32 years old) I found a wallet under a noteboke under my exam desk. I picked up the wallet and carried it to the TA assigned to collect the exam booklets. He glanced at the cash inside and I realized it would never make it out of the building.
I went to the campus security and they called the student whose ID was inside. She was in tears, having taken a final in that lecture hall earlier that day and had planned to drive home to Wewokah or Tecumseh or some other godforsaken Okie town, but had no money. With her on the phone, I handed the guy behind the desk the wallet and asked him to count out the money. $170 cash. She said she thought it was $175, but maybe she spent that five at lunch.
I told her she could come by to pick up the money there at campus security now because I was going home for the semester too.
When I got home, I called my mother to tell her I’d done a really good thing and was expecting some credit. She wasn’t home, my father took the message and laughed at me because even if I deserved some credit, surely I’d ruined it by expecting it.
It is my Achilles heel.
BOOMer SOONer
“Be an example, in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity.”
1 Timothy 4:12
Matthew 6:3 NKJ
But when you do a charitable deed, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing.
In other words give in complete secrecy!
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What a great story. Thank you for sharing. This sort of ‘good deed’ practice is contagious, and we all need to follow your example.
Sweet. If we treated each other like close family, it would be a happier world.
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle,”
Plato?
But was she a looker? My apologies. I seem to be using the internet for the wrong type of entertainment lately…
It’s nice to have a break from all the shittiness out there.
When you see a checkout line with half a dozen people who have fewer than several items each, and there is another line with one person who has a full, or nearly full cart, get in line behind the full cart, you’ll check out sooner. I read an article about a study that showed the greeting, and cashing out pleasantries, for each single customer, adds significant time to every transaction. I’ve observed this many times myself. I prefer to shop where there are self checkouts, but occasionally, when I’m forced to get in line behind other people, I always hop in line behind someone who looks like they are going to take the longest time, and they never do.
Admin was right to feature this one. Humanity knows no bounds. It is a reminder that most of us are kindly, welcoming and selfless spirits deposited on this beautiful earth to walk in harmony with others in peace and serenity. These, for me, are the real values and may we recover that which we have lost as our futures unfold.
That was nice. I didn’t expect that! 🙂
Most rural people are like that except for the meth heads.
Meth Heads are people too!!
Yes, but with surrendered souls.
Here’s an updated, additional smile-bringer, on a cold winter’s afternoon, from the northern midwest.
https://eatonrapidsjoe.blogspot.com/2022/01/your-feel-good-story-for-week.html
What a mother loves to see! The bones picked clean!
And, as for your location in the redistricting of our once great nation? I’m near the bottom of that section.
Doing well and sipping local suds.
Tell Nick I say hello.
Peace to you, friend.
That’s a real tear jerker!! Thanks for sharing!