Maybe I don't know what I'm doing…

Monday, I was rescued on the side of the road by a stranger; a handsome bald man driving a blue Subaru. I hit a bump in the road and the plastic undercovering began dragging. I pulled over and was deciding if it was AAA worthy, or if I should suck it up and hook it up myself when Mr. Blue Subaru pulled over and offered to help. He pushed my car off of the road more and then went under there and put it back up. He was so nice, he even followed me to the exit to make sure it stayed.  It made me cry. It was just so nice and unexpected. I shook his hand, I wasn’t sure what else to do.

So, there I was all week with a renewed sense of the niceness of humanity, when I was accosted by a street person.  Yesterday, I had just finished eating lunch with friends and we were walking back to the car when I did a heel click (we were talking about not growing up and being excited to be in the city…) and then a lady behind me said “…you fat ass loser bitch”. I missed the first part of what she said, but the “fat ass loser bitch” slapped me right across the face; she said it so hatefully.

I’m sure there is a lesson in all of this, I’m just not sure what it might be yet. I know for sure that I need to pay forward the nice thing that Mr. Blue Subaru did for me, but I don’t know how. I’d be utterly useless to someone on the side of the road, but hopefully (well not hopefully, I would like that no one would need help at all…) an opportunity will present itself and I will help out. Until then, I’m open to suggestions.

Hooray for Friday!

We are walking in the Race for the Cure tomorrow. It will be an early morning, but it should be a good time 🙂