This morning, I went about my usual routine of running myself all over the place to get ready for work and praying that I don’t miss the bus. I’m exhausted from working all these overtime hours again, but I still manage to function.
I arrived at the station close to 7am (I don’t normally have to be at work that early) and sat down near the nice, blind dude that I see every morning that I have to catch the bus that early.
Then the nicest thing happened: One of my favorite bus drivers came over to the blind man and gave him a rose. She said that she picked from a bush at her house and was giving it to him as thanks for riding her bus.
I almost cried. It was a simple gesture but the kindness in it was so overwhelming that it immediately brightened my day.
Our bus arrived and as usual, I let the blind gentleman get on before me. When I was getting off the bus, he told me to have a great day and told him to have a wonderful day, too. I guess I was surprised that he noticed that it was my stop or remembered my voice from always telling the bus drivers to have a nice day. That was part 2 of my warm and fuzzy moment.
I honestly wanted to share this because I was so stressed out, tired, depressed, and overall, worn down that I almost ignored the little things that make life so freakin’ sweet. You never know how much a kind word or gesture could make someone’s day, even if you only witness it.