Random Kindness

The beginning:  On our flight from Dallas to Miami, an elderly woman sat in the aisle seat on our row.   When drinks were served,  she visited with the attendant in Spanish and ordered a Sierra Mist.  We ordered one Sierra Mist and one Cranapple.  We like mixed drinks and blended our two. You see, on long flights, we often look for something to occupy our minds.  We offered our Spanish row mate some Cranapple for her Sierra Mist.  She accepted and liked it.   We chatted a bit in our broken Spanish.  She was on her way to Venezuela to see either a niño or nina of either her son or daughter (When one is learning a language, one often misses the details!).   Soon, as we reclined, (no Knee Defenders behind us) she tapped Jim on the shoulder.  With a smile, she handed us a new bag of Fritos.   That's one reason why we like the Spanish culture.

On Monday night, our first night in the Genesis House, a street dog decided to make his debut and barked his lungs out allllllll night!  Grrrrrrr.   And, a rooster added to the chorus and went on a crowing streak beginning at 3:30 a.m.  Clearly, he can't tell time.  No worries. As fate would have it, this entire situation took a turn for the better. On the following day,  Jim and I were walking home from a meeting when we heard loud, struggling and disagreeable sounds coming from an overgrown vacant lot.   We turned just in time to see a squawking rooster struggling to free itself from the twisted vines.  But, to no avail for right on its tail feathers came a nimble and wild street dog who rapidly advanced and apprehended the flailing rooster by its neck.  Feathers flew.
Tuesday night: totally quiet. Dog full, rooster.....well.....   Unexpected accommodations are yet another reason why we like the Spanish culture.


Today, we went to the market to shop for the Genesis House. While Jim checked out the groceries and paid, I ordered 3 personal pan pizzas from the food court:  one for each of us and one for our wonderful new friend and driver, Jose, who was now on his way to pick us up.  The  order came to a little over 600 pesos (about $12.00 dollars).   Jim had handed me 500 pesos, but now he was deep in the checkout lane and I was deep into an order....in Spanish!  Then,  someone standing beside me said, "Miss. No worries.  I will pay what you owe." (There is something buried there. See it?) I was overwhelmed by his kindness to a Gringo and a stranger. I genuinely thanked him in Spanish, but decided to change the order to 2 pizzas: we would split our personal and still have one for our driver.   Perfect ending.  His kind offer was another reason why we like the Spanish culture.  

Simply put, we have been on the receiving end of random kindness.
You probably have, too.  And doesn't it bless you!

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J:m and L:nda