So, today I scramble out of work to help the man get to the car repair place to pick up our other hunk of metal (brake repair or something). And from the guy who rarely reads my blog, he says to me, "That post the other day kinda depressed me." The confessions. I think everyone needs to confess now and then, but no one is a saint, right? Because I firmly believe that the people who read and comment on this blog are generally lovely and funny, I told him I would ask people, "What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?"
I'll kick it off by saying that there are so many things people have done for me, that have helped me along the way from going totally mad. My first boss still calls me a few times a year to see how I am doing. He genuinely cares. He's taken on the role of kindly uncle or maybe Adult Guidance Counselor, checking in to make sure I am still passing my classes. Every time he calls, my heart just swells with happiness because he has no obligation in the whole world to check in on the girl he hired into her first salaried job. He taught me, in his old-man Southern drawl, my still-favorite saying of all time:
"The answer's no until you ask." Brilliant. (I have since asked the world for a lot of things, believe me.)
So, that's my thing - this kindness of someone who after all these years should have forgotten about me.
So what's the nicest thing that anyone has done for you?
Photo above is Tia Zoldan's house, photo from who knows where and lifted from ABT and, clearly, has nothing to do with this post.