Good comes back, sometimes it can be just 15 years late
Good comes back, sometimes it can be just 15 years late
26 June 2018 • 8 min. read

Good comes back, sometimes it can be just 15 years late

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I don’t remember how old I was, but standing in the store, I barely stuck out from under the counter. I asked for a bubblegum and the shop assistant, after looking at my precious coins that I’d thrown on the counter, answered that I didnt have enough money. I did what every little person, who, until recently, could go under the wardrobe standing, would do – I froze. I don’t know how long it lasted, but the gentleman standing behind suddenly paid for me. Although I didn’t thank that man, because I was not very rational small and very ashamed guy, but this man was my hero.

My good friend is one of those people who see the world in shades of hot asphalt in the summer. He is convinced everyone is waiting for him to turn his back on, to take off his knickers and treat him the way he has seen so far only on Discovery Channel. When others see the potential, he sees the problem, and words such as ‘friendliness’ can be found only in the dictionary under the letter ‘f’, right before the word ”fuckhead’.

You probably know people like him, maybe you are one of them. Perhaps you have been cheated on and you can’t trust anyone anymore. You gave all of yourself at work and your boss, instead of appreciating it, sent you for a lifetime holiday and your job was taken over by some moron. Perhaps you keep that bitter cup to some people and purposefully don’t send them birthday wishes when Facebook reminds you of it, maybe you’ve even blocked them.

If I’ve learned anything in my life, it would be that if the GPS tells you to ride down the steep mountain that has never seen asphalt, then it’s not always right, and that no matter how bad it is at the moment – it’s just a moment. It may come and go like a cold in the spring, but if you believe it’s something more, it can stay like untreated tonsillitis.

Apparently, one good deed brings an avalanche of happiness, but apart from the laws of mathematics, I think that one good deed brings one good deed, but one bad deed brings an avalanche of bad deeds.

I don’t remember if American scientists, or prehistoric cavemen right after inventing the wheel, found out that if we eat at a local restaurant where the food is awful and the staff resembles the fast food restaurants near highways, then we will advise against going there to more people than we would recommend it to if everything was top notch. The ratio is roughly 44:5 and perhaps I would be surprised if not the fact that we more often act under the influence of emotions, and anger is one of the strongest emotions.

The worst is that

it doesn’t give a relief, perhaps because as people, we are not created to deliberately block the road for the other drivers, showing the middle finger and shouting from the top floor of a skyscraper – ‘everyone, kiss my arse!’. Because as far as it seems to be becalming at first, it results in making the whole world respond to you with the same thing and from such a perspective it’s hard to notice a girl who is smiling at you. The guy who let you go first on the crossing, although he had the priority, and that if something sucks, it certainly has a specific reason.

Sometimes it can happen – because everything can happen in life, that an elite group of assassins will chase you and strangely always know where you will be. Your woman will be no different from a little terrorist, and if she was trapped underground with the miners in Chile, they would dig themselves out, without even waiting for help. Your car exploded and the only ride you managed to hitch on an empty road in the middle of the night, was a bus filled with Clementine Order sisters. Then you have two things to choose from – believe that the world is bad, and cry into a pillow when you get home in main while hate some youtube clips and act like Ryan Reynolds or be like Samuel L. Jackson and sing your heart out with the sisters: BEVILO TUTTO, BEVILO TUTTO.

Recently I got a phone call. A call of the type you would rather avoid. I had an extremely busy week and a lot of work. I received a request to drive to the other end of the city and buy a shirt which is out of stock in all other branches. I knew the person couldn’t do it, so with a sincere smile worthy of walking on the incandescent Lego blocks, I spent my time in the traffic jam and finally reached the store. The time was important to me, but I had wasted so much time already, so I decided to extend that debauchery. I went to the bookstore and BOOM! I found the book I was looking for, for a long time.

Seeing the world in the shades of hot asphalt in the summer, it is very easy to overlook all these small, little things that cause you to not only take, behaving like my cousin when he sees a cheesecake on the Christmas table, but also give.

Because just like the donkey in Shrek said – the good is in the details. (or maybe someone else said that)

I remember when I was waiting at the traffic lights and I saw a very old lady standing at the bus stop, with a face of a Monday morning treated with terror in the form of an alarm clock. She was selling handmade bouquets, they were far from ideal, very far, but they had something more than ideal. They were made with a heart because it could be seen that each of them was a pass to pay bills. I felt bad for her, I turned back at the traffic lights, parked my car, and after a while, I started to wonder what I was going to do with all the bouquets I held in my hand. I did not see a smile on that lady’s face, I saw eagerness and faith in those handmade bouquets.

Did the good come back to me?
I don’t remember.

Was I happier?
Yes, and a lot.

You can get a conclusion from this. Just being aware of the fact that you can positively influence someone’s life is priceless, especially when you think you are doing just so little when that little means everything for that person.

A young girl with a very Eastern accent was standing in the line before me. She looked unhappy when her card transaction didn’t go through, and with the cash she had, she wasn’t able to buy all the items she wanted, all of them were the essential products. Together with the cashier, they started to choose what to leave out. I took my card out and paid the remaining amount. I remember the people in the queue looking at me strangely, but what I did seemed normal to me. At least it was approximately 15 years ago, when I was standing by the giant counter and wanted to buy a bubblegum, and a stranger paid for me. She didn’t thank me, and left quickly. I think she might be embarrassed. She didn’t have to, because I know, that during the particular moment I was her hero and maybe I am to this day.


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