The Kindness Will Ever

I admit I’m guilty, and I also admit it has taken me quite a while to comprehend that.

Today is just an ordinary Thursday, not a particularly red letter of the week. Hardly like TGIF or Blue Monday or even Wednesday when most females go to the Beauty Salon to prepare for the weekend.

No, it’s just an ordinary day, but somehow it suddenly became a special day because I finally understand how my outlook on life is influenced by voices, opinions and conjectures from remote sources.

So I think, maybe to be a bit poetic, this Thursday, is truly the first day of my life, when I will attempt to change.

Here goes.

Currently everyone in our beautiful land is caught up in the whirlpool of a potential impeachment. Regardless of our viewpoints, the new vocabulary of Whistleblower along with the resurrected word Impeachment, is causing intense static. The sounds are disruptive and becoming louder. The noise will accelerate, and for the first time since Election night of 2016, it has again erupted.

This past weekend I found myself literally sitting between two amazing, intelligent, and admired female friends. Within seconds our jovial conversation over an lovely lunch came close to evaporating due to our diverse political opinions. Fortunately, our mutual respect intervened before a conversational fire ignited. I refuse to let that happen. Friendships are too rare, and must be preserved. Politics will endure despite adversity. Those inhabiting that arena have a much thicker skin than most human beings.

I was upset, and wondered what consequences the next investigations, hearings, and yes media reports would have on the citizens of our beloved country. Will we be shattered, not eager to speak our viewpoints, engage in senseless arguments, and/or risk the loss of friendships. And yes, I was depressed.

Until I realized that goodness endures, kindness will thrive, and unexpected good samaritans (in disguise) always appear unexpectedly bringing flasks of hope.

So let me tell you about three who crossed my path this week. They are called Tanya, Ruth, Michele, and last, but hardly least, Erika. None know each other, and I have never personally met any of the amazing women.

Yet each independently took time and effort and a personal interest in making my small world better.

Tanya, Ruth, and Michele (all health professionals) living in different areas of our vast country) solved a complicated medical insurance problem. Their combined efforts saved me an incredible amount of money for an important medication. It doesn’t matter to me if they are advocates of impeachment, or how they vote. They reached out across the internet and helped someone they will never meet.

Yesterday I learned one of my more athletic friends had taken a tumble. I have relocated and can no longer bake her favorite apple cake. So I resorted to the internet and was delighted to learn English shortbread can easily be sent as a gift. I was so excited that my index finger went astray and this a.m. I was alerted the gift would arrive today. However, the lovely tin of cookies was being delivered to me.

Well to be totally honest. I do not need shortbread in my life. I would love some, but no, I don’t need any. At 8 a.m. I made a phone call to another state, leaving a message, but feeling quite negative about answering machines. However, within minutes my Email informed me Erika had intercepted the shipment and the shortbread was on route to the recovering invalid.

Minuscule events, small matters, perhaps, but they represent what will weave the fabric of the life we are blessed to have. The thunder from the political storm will ebb.

Some citizens will be pleased; others disturbed, but the kindness of strangers will ever endure.