I survive the day thanks to the random acts of kindness of absolute strangers.
Like when I run into the station, and I know that if I miss that train, I am going to miss a meeting. And a young man, his head throbbing with the music from his iPod, waves his hand and let me run ahead of him, giving me a broad smile.
Instead of running to get that train, I want to turn back and give this stranger a hug for that smile and the gesture.
Or like when the woman in the supermarket who has just managed to get the last five potatoes into her cart, looks at me with concern when I cuss at the empty potato basket. She then asks me if two potatoes would be enough. I nod. (Well, they are large potatoes.) She gives me two and tells me that she can come back and get more for tomorrow.
A hug for her too then.
Here’s to the nice strangers. Sometimes they mind their own business, and in that moment, nothing could be kinder. Sometimes they halt for a few seconds, and let you rush through. Sometimes they smile sweetly at your clumsiness.
And sometimes they’re complete idiots. But we won’t get into that now.