People are kind

Just this morning I went to our Health Center for Ergonomics Appointment. I've been in pain for about few weeks now and I've been neglecting it. I should have gotten a massage by now, focused on exercises and worked out the Ergonomics long before. I'm lazy, so I slacked off. Finally I did go today. The lady was sweet. She asked few questions and gave me a number to call for an appointment. I called as she said and got myself an appointment for next week. Meanwhile she calls me back and says she found out I could get complimentary massage from the Health Center. I'm not sure if others get these little surprises in life sometimes, but I do feel like it happens to me now and then. It cheers me up but then I think about reality and get back to my solemn feeling right away.

My little happiness...

I just came out of the Apple piercing store in downtown, where I got my nose pierced four weeks ago. I developed an infection which made me go back to the store for consultation. Looks like I don't have to remove the nose stud (yet!) Now I'm waiting for my ride back home. The person who is picking me up is someone I just met, about an hour ago. I had dinner with her along with two other good friends. She dropped me off by the store as it is difficult to find parking in downtown. Now I'm waiting for her to pick me up. She said it'll be a minute before she makes another round to get back on the same street. This is about 10PM on a Wednesday night. There is still some activity considereing it is a weekday. Few street vendors walking around, people like me passing by, traffic on the street, and some jobless bums.

My cell phone slips out of my hand and falls on side of the road. It rolls under the car parked by the street. I quickly bent down to reach it. I can see it but it rolled too far into the car. I tried to reach it but it is not possible. My head quickly started working. What are my options? I looked around. I'm already feeling awkward to be squatting by side of the road and looking underneath someone's car. I need something long, to pull it out. All I've is my purse. I looked around for help and I spot a man walking with roses and bouquets. He is a street vendor. African American, middle-aged, and carrying roses that are long. So, I started talking to him or he just approached me and started listening to what I had to say. As I was talking, several thoughts gushed through my head. Is this person trustworthy, is he sane enough to follow what I'm asking for, and is he going to help me? Before I even finished he squatted down and looked for the phone. He understood what I'm asking him to do. He gave me his bouquets to hold on to. I don't think he was worried I might run away with his flowers. He took one of his roses and used it to get the phone out....exactly what I wanted to happen. I got a great idea, buy the rose from him. He had a sweet smile. I don't know if he expected me to buy his flower but it all happened quickly. I had exactly 3 dollars which is what he said it costs and it worked out well. By now my ride was there to pick me up. I was just happy for the trail of events that happened that evening. Stranger helping me and in return, I bought his rose. I gave the flower to the friend who just picked me up. I liked how she didn't refuse to take it. Giving a flower to someone is always a good feeling, sometimes more than receiving one.