Some More of God’s Greatest Mistakes

Today was super windy, but warmer than it’s been for a long time so I hardly minded the wind.  It’s been howling by my window all day, though, and it’s hard to remind myself its not the howl of a blizzard and that when I go outside it’s actually quite nice, compared to how the winter’s been at least.

I really, really hope things will start getting better for me again.  I’ve had a very hard winter.

Today I got at least a small downpayment on what I hope will be a gradually more positive outlook now the worst of the winter is passing.  I did a good deed!  I did something nice for a stranger and, as often happens, it did me at least as much good as it did the other person.

See, I was walking towards my apartment, turning up a side street offf Mass Ave. and I saw a woman picking up a bunch of papers.  I almost kept on going but I noticed that a few- maybe 5 or so- had blown off down the street and I still probably would have done nothing but it occurred to me that while she picked up the ones closest to her the ones that had begun to blow away might get blown even farther.  So I turned back and grabbed them up before they could cause any more trouble.

I handed them to her, and she said thank you in a lovely African accent, and I said of course, no problem, and she said “Bless you” and I felt such a nice feeling I wanted to say “Thank you” but obviously you don’t say thank you when you’ve been the one doing something nice for someone, so I turned it into “uh, you too” and continued on towards my apartment saying a silent “thank you” to god and the universe and whoever else might be receptive to a silent thank you.

I have a theory, you know, that god is necessary in order for us to have a place to say our thank yous.  Today was the first time in way way too long that I’ve had reason to remember that.