In the last blog, when I said that Christopher tests and/or
challenges me every single day, y’all probably thought I was being dramatic, didn’t
you? Thou shalt not doubt the Crow.
This morning we woke up to our first snow of the season; overnight
we had received quite a few inches. Christopher leaves for work before I do so
he normally starts my car for me and lets it warm up. This
morning, he started both vehicles and cleaned the snow off of them while I was finishing
up in the house. We walked out the door to leave at the same time, allowing ourselves
some extra time because the roads were looking sketchy at best. He gets in his
truck and leaves; I get in my car and notice that I could see out of the
windshield, I could see out of the driver’s side…but not so much the passenger
side or the back window as they were still covered with quite a few inches of
snow. I think to myself “Okay, well – I guess it’s the thought that counts…”
and I begin to look around for my ice scraper that is normally stored in the
cubby hole of the driver’s side door. It’s not there. I look in the passenger
side door, no scraper there. Glove box, floorboards - no scraper. At this point
I’m debating on whether or not I should just pull out the driveway on a wing
and prayer. I mean, there was 50% chance that nothing was coming from the
direction I couldn’t see, and I’d be fine…right? I wouldn’t even see it coming
if it was! However, I’m not that much of risk taker. If I die doing something
stupid, my mother will kill me. So back out into the elements I go with the trusty
Randy Travis cd case that always comes through in a frosty pinch, and I see the
push-broom-rooster-defense-mechanism on the porch. I adapt and overcome the
circumstances with what I have available, go on about my merry little way to
work, all the while wondering what happened to my ice scraper. I make it to the gas station that’s halfway
to work and it hits me…not only did Christopher only scrape half of my necessary
windows, but he also took my ice scraper with him when he left. The guy gets
closer and closer to becoming a victim of domestic violence by the day…I’d kill
him, but then I’d surely miss him! ;)
Believe it or not, that isn’t the point of this blog. The
point is that twice today – I’ve seen good in the world. One act of good will
being directly related to the shenanigans above and then another being directly
related to the weather mentioned above.
I came out of the gas station with a newly purchased ice scraper and
scraped my back window a bit better with the acceptable tool that I now had to
work with. I got back in the car, and when I turned to look to see what was
behind me and back out, I discovered that I still couldn’t see. A hot
turd on the back dash would defrost my back window better than the actual rear defroster does…so I
positioned myself to use my side mirrors to watch behind me. An old man with a
jolly white beard stepped up beside my car and upon realizing that I couldn’t see
very well, stood where I could see him and helped guide me out of the
parking spot. Holy uncommon courtesy, right there!
And then, a couple hours into working and watching the
automatic doors open and close, and thus feeling the frigid air blow in, a woman
walked in. She came through the first set of doors, and immediately stepped to the side. I
thought that she was standing there for a second to finish the phone call she
was on or something and didn’t give it much thought. I also noticed that right
as she walked through the first door, a crazy big burst of wind blew a wall snow
across the parking lot. I thought about how she was lucky to have made it inside
the doors just before that happened. She came on in to my desk and signed in as a
visitor. I mentioned how I had seen the burst of wind, and how she barely made
it inside in time…she said “yeah, I tried to step to the side really quick so
the inside door wouldn’t open and let the wind in on you.” This woman had actually stopped
to give the outside door a chance to close before she triggered the inside the
door to open…out of again…the ever uncommon courtesy. And yes....on her way out, the nice lady
did the exact. same. thing.
Being courteous has always been a big thing for me. I can’t
even get up out of bed and turn a light on without feeling like a jackass if
Christopher is still in bed asleep. I always let people merge on the
interstate. I hold doors open for people when they are coming in a door after
me. I am always polite and I continually put other people’s needs before my
own. I was beginning to think that courteous people were dinosaurs, but today
has shown me that there is still good in the world. Two random courteous people found
me by happenstance today and made an impression on me ,maybe tomorrow the good in me will have a chance to
pay it forward.
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