The Kindess of a Stranger

This morning I parked my car on a city street, downtown Austin. I was late for church, almost, and rushed to lock my car.

Service was done, said hi to friends, asked someone for input on a situation, and as I was getting ready to go, I fumbled in my purse for my keys.

They were not there, had another woman check, they were not in the pew, they were not under the cushion (love that about this church), they were not in the lost and found.

They were not to found. And in the heat of the day all I could think was: F*CK! I’ve lost yet another important thing! (lost my glasses recently, and house keys.)

I traced my steps and as I approached the car, the concierge for the loft building was waving, gently, “I have your keys!” I got that wash of surprise and gratitude. “Thank you, thank you!”

I had left them on the top of the car and he picked them up, and locked them inside the building. He didn’t have to do that but he did.

And then I proceeded to go the wrong way on a one way street. . . Did I start this post saying how lousy I was feeling?

One thought on “The Kindess of a Stranger

  1. protosynthethos July 29, 2013 / 6:00 PMJul

    We all have those “How could I have done that?” moments. Most of the time we get home safe, eventually.

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