the kindness of my city
As a person with a disability I can be on the receiving end of nastiness and discrimination. I choose to spend more time focusing on the good which I’m sure contributes to it multiplying around me. Gratitude begets gratitude. Oh my, it can make my heart explode sometimes. Just this morning my dog and I set off to do some errands down the street. The grocer asked me where I have been, that he had asked his sons if they’d seen me. He had missed me. He leant in for a kiss on my cheek, gave me some grapes and passionfruit and passed good wishes on to my husband. I started smiling. Grinning actually. I carefully cross the road to the deli and the owner helps me choose my items. We all wish each other a good day and I am smiling still. A customer says I have the door open for you and again I’m thanking someone for their kindness. A few doors down to the bakery and the lady comes from behind the counter to give me change and have a chat. My eyes happen to fall on strangers smiling at me as they pass. I wonder how many smiles I miss, but boy do the ones I see touch me. Now to nourish my husband while he works from home – with all this fresh food that has been lovingly sold to me. I am still grinning.