I usually write my end-of-year posts with the Counting Crows song, Long December. But really, I don’t think I can wait that long. It’s been a long, LONG November.
This is one of those philosophical posts based around limited anecdotal evidence. But bear with me, because just sometimes, good things happen to good people, and it sort of renews my faith.
Three things have happened to me over the past few weeks, despite my general melancholy and forlorn disposition, that made me realize that things are looking up.
1) The director of the pharmacy brings in bagels occasionally. I happen to like the cream cheese (seriously, shocker – I dislike dairy for what it does to me). I asked where it was from. A few days later, he came in with a big bag and four containers of it.
2) The pricing of a medication changed – originally Zyrtec was $8, and when I went down a few weeks ago, it was $11. I brought down $10.50 – I was intending to pay for medicine, and then buy overpriced hummus and pretzels. The lady at the counter pulled out a dollar, and covered me and I almost cried.
3) I wanted to go racing. Someone I am good friends with offered me his never-been-raced daily driver as a ride. Of course, there were caveats (don’t spin, don’t hit cones – both of which I did on my first run), but someone handed me his brand new $25,000 car with $4,000 worth of upgrades without the blink of an eye.
It helped me to realize that I still have friends, people still love and trust me, and that being a good and honest person is far more important than being “famous” and “popular.” It also helped me to realize that kindness happens when you least expect it, and to always be paying it forward.