The Kindness of Others


Today, I left work feeling giddy that the weekend was starting. Unlike the previous four days, I did not have to teach in the afternoon and I was leaving long before a number of colleagues.

My giddiness turned to a bit of despair (perhaps I exaggerate) when a few steps from the building I realized that I did not have my transport pass. (In my case, it was the GTA weekly pass, which allows me to travel through multiple areas and utilize different transportation companies).

I retraced my steps to no avail. I searched my way back to the building, painfully up the four flights of stairs, and even to the bathroom where I had changed into my shorts for a pleasant ride home.  Then I dumped out my bad and searched through every book and piece of paper I had.  I unzipped every zipper and even resorted to shaking the whole thing upside down.

No pass.

I considered where I could have lost it. Was it when I tried to warn the woman who was walking and texting that a van was backing up in her way?  Was it when I awkwardly tried to let the incredibly beautiful woman ahead of me in the subway station?  Was it when I needed cough candies to soothe my throat?  Did someone take it?

The thing you need to know about me is that little things like that bother me. I had never lost a pass before.  Never.  We’re talking years of commuting and I always have my pass.  It really bothered me.  It was going to cost me an extra six dollars to get home.

I tried to rationalize it. I tried hard to find the silver lining.  This was the last trip of the week and the last trip on the pass.  If I had lost it earlier, it would have cost me much more.  If I was going to lose it, other than after getting home, this was the best scenario possible.  It still bothered me.

I stewed for a bit, and even rechecked my steps again. Then I went to the school office to see if anyone had turned it in.  They hadn’t, but that is when I caught a break.  Rather, that is when I discovered how good people can be.

My co-worker, and friend, Patricia told me that she had a pass for me. It was a monthly pass (and actually for post secondary students, so using it was probably a minor crime) and she insisted I take it.  I started to argue that I had the money and I didn’t need it.  She is wiser than me and cut me off before I started.  I knew when I was beat.

I also knew when someone was doing something nice for me and should shut up and be thankful. Oddly enough, last year, it was Patricia who taught me that I should accept compliments instead of deflecting them.  “Just say thank you and accept the compliment”, she encouraged me.

Sometimes when you are at a low ebb, people really come through for you. Some people find Today’s Perfect Moment when you only see the negative.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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5 Responses to The Kindness of Others

  1. Hunida says:

    Awe, Patricia has a heart of gold ♡

  2. ksbeth says:

    it’s clear that patricia is a refreshing and compassionate soul in an often challenging world – beth

    p.s. love your blog and thanks for finding mine

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