The famous line from Tennessee Williams’s, A Streetcar Named Desire, comes to mind.
I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.
I’ve been sniveling a lot lately in many of my posts, so let me take a moment to apologize. Blogging shouldn’t be about bleeding on the page and that’s what I’ve been doing, my humor at large.
Susie needs to lighten up before she loses the modest following she has.
That said, I’m humbled by a woman I’ve never met who sent me, as a housewarming gift, two beautiful pillows for each of my chairs. They came beautifully wrapped with a note wishing me joy in my new home. With the exception of Ed’s majestic book shelf presiding over the living room, those pillows stand alone. A friend helped me move some furniture and before the sofa headed south, they sent me lamps and two hand stitched rugs, things I’ll be eternally grateful for. But it’s that mystical cyber connection that impresses me the most.
I also received cards, a wine goblet from Iowa and a package of tender tidings from another woman from Pennsylvania I’ve never met, and the point I’m making is, strangers are kinder than those you’ve known a good part of your life, a fact I’ll find forever fascinating.
Perhaps it takes one to see the worth in you. Imagining this very busy woman taking the time to make these pillows leaves me in a state of lingering grace.
As I wrote to that sweet person in Pennsylvania who sent salt, so there’s flavor in my life and a candle, so I’ll always have light, expectations are premeditated resentments, and that could be why a surprise, random act of kindness can mean so much.