Every day miracles

I tend to be a fairly cynical sort of person. Life has taught me that, as a general rule, people will cheerfully stab you in the back, cheat you and act like through-and-through SOB’s.
It’s not that I haven’t run into good people. And it’s not that I don’t know that there are decent people out there. It’s just that I’ve run into far too many selfish, double-dealing assholes to let me believe they are the exception and not the rule.
Until yesterday, when a pleasant surprise struck me in the middle of an otherwise unmitigated disaster.
The day itself wasn’t terrible, the weather was actually quite nice and I was still feeling good about the fact that the first piece of writing I’d had critiqued by fellow writers had come through with a good deal of praise sprinkled among the observations of it’s failings. After a morning spent trying to correct a few of those failings, I decided to gather a few of my mom’s favorite roses and take them out to her. That was easy outside of being careful of the thorns, and after I’d thrown away the old flowers, I decided to go get a few dollars out of the ATM so I could take my sister out to celebrate her birthday. That was when things well-and-truly hit the fan.
I saw a car pull up on a cross street ahead of me and stop at the stop sign, then pull a little bit into the intersection. Not having a stop sign myself, I slowed down a bit swung over a bit to be sure I cleared the him.
I should probably known better. I should have laid on my horn, made sure he knew I was coming. I was entering the intersection, and I could see him staring the other direction, but I was sure he had to have seen me already. Of course, he hadn’t, and just as the front corner of my car came even with his, he pulled out and slammed into me.
I remember the impact, the way the view out the windshield jumped sideways, that odd sound metal makes when it’s twisting and bending out of the shape it’s used to, the glass from the passenger side front window spraying everywhere. But I don’t remember my body moving, or even being stirred by the crash. Then there was just the sound of my car’s engine idling, and me sitting there feeling like an idiot for having lost my car.
I got out, checked to make sure the other driver was okay, and when I found out he was, we decided to move our vehicle out of the intersection. I didn’t look at the damage until after I’d pulled off the side of the road. Once I did, what I saw was not encouraging. The other car had struck mine just behind the center of the passengers side front door. The post between it and the rear door was bent, the front door caved partially in, and the rear door heavily damaged. Strangely enough, while the front door window had literally exploded, the rear door window was undamaged. Several people who had seen the accident had already called the police, so all there was to do was wait for them to arrive. It was during the wait that a small miracle happened.
I was sitting on the curb, wondering how I was going to replace my vehicle, when a boy of ten or so rode up on his bike. Like most kids that age, the sight of an accident seemed to captivate him. He came over to me and asked how I was doing. I told him I was fine, and that the other driver seemed to be fine too, but I was wondering how I could replace my car. That’s when he told me he had money, and that he’d give it to me. I told him I was fine, and he should keep his money, and when he rode off, I expected it was to report what he’d seen to his parents. A few minutes later, he returned and held out an envelope to me, telling me it held four hundred dollars, and that I could have it.
Seeing this kid offering me money, probably all the money he had to his name, moved me more than I can say. I told him to take his money home, to keep it and save it for later in his life, or to find someone who needed it more than me. He went on his way, but only after I’d repeated that request more than once.
I hope he keeps that generous spirit, that attitude that you help others out when they need it. I hope that because it’s a gift far too few humans have, and this world is sadly in need of.
I hope we can all find one of those small miracles in our hearts when someone else needs it.

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One thought on “Every day miracles

  1. We need more acts of kindness in our world today perhaps now more than ever. You were lucky to be the recipient. Thanks for posting this. It is good to remember all the good people in the world.

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