Restoration of Faith

I can’t even talk about the very serious ways in which our world, or at least my country, is going to hell in a handbasket. It’s disconcerting to say the least. But I will say this – my faith was somewhat restored this afternoon by what was likely considered a small thing by those involved, but which, to this observer at least, indicated in a huge way that compassion is not dead and people (at least some of them) are good.

Our neighborhood Walgreens is across a median strip and two lanes from the McDonald’s.  You can get to each store from the other by driving directly across, or you can go to our grocery store by pulling down one of the lanes dividing the two stores. That probably didn’t help you envision the lay of the land, but hey, I tried.

Having left the Walgreens with a much-needed upgrade on migraine medication, I was sitting in my car before pulling out of the parking spot when I saw a car in one of the driving lanes by the median strip with a young, very awkward, very thin but presentable looking white man (maybe 18 or 20) trying to push his car into the McDonald’s or into the Walgreens, just anywhere but where it was. There was a person in the driver’s seat doing the steering, although they seemed confused as to what to do, which didn’t help matters.

The young boy’s shoe fell off while he was ineffectively pushing his car, and as he struggled to put it back on – while making sure the car did not back over him – it was revealed that he had some kind of a splint on his leg…it had come off with his shoe. So here he is, desperately trying to push his car…with all of the embarrassment I’m sure, that goes along with a broken-down car, while having issues with his leg or foot. I felt badly and quite helpless given I am completely useless, and my heart went out to him over his predicament.

Then came the first hero of the day in the form of a black man, in his 40’s maybe, obviously dressed for an office job (slacks, button down shirt, tie, nice jacket) who had been walking from his car into the McDonald’s.  He rushed, and by that I mean he RAN, over to the boy, said a few words, then leaned into the car and said a few words, and then took his place at the back of the car and the two started to heave against it…this time in a direct line for the McDonald’s. There’s an incline there, so they were still having a hard time getting the car to go…when lo and behold, our second hero of the day made an appearance.

This one was slightly more surprising given my rural area, as he was a “hipster” in full “hipster” garb from his well thought out haircut to his lumberjack beard, right down to his cuffed jeans and black boots. He SPRINTED from the adjoining grocery store parking lot to join in pushing the car – and with his help, the three were successful in getting it out of the way and actually into a parking space.  All’s well that ends well as they say. And I was glad.

I was glad to see the boy helped out of a mortifying and difficult situation, and it was indeed heartening to see those two men come to his aid so quickly and with such eagerness to assist – when clearly no-one else was going to and no-one else did.

Oh, I still have a cynical outlook on our society as a whole and especially those leading it. But today…well, today showed me there is hope after all. Hope is surely a good thing.

10 thoughts on “Restoration of Faith

  1. I felt helpless yesterday. A homeless man had a sign saying the his dog was in shelter land needed help getting him out. I usually give money if they have a dog and I stopped to ask why his dog was in the shelter. He said the police took her away at the weekend and to get her out he has to pay. The cost is €28 a day while she’s there. He has all the papers saying he’s her owner, her chips in her name. I said so many homeless people have dogs, he said I know but what can I do. She’s my everything and I can’t have her. He’s trying to raise money to get her out. I gave a lot more than I usually do to help him but felt helpless to help more. I’ve no idea if she’s a ‘dangerous’ breed or the police were having a bad day. They said he couldn’t’ have a dog on the streets. I believed him (I really hope he was telling the truth. I hate I think like that) and he said where he usually hangs out with her. I just hope more people believe him and help get her out.
    Anyways, happy the guys help the guy out!

    • That’s just wrong that they took his dog from him if it was for no other reason than he’s homeless. I know in some cities there are rescue groups that will help the homeless in these cases, help raise money and supplies and such, so that they can get their dogs back and keep them. Wonder if there’s something like that in your area? You are a good person to help him out like you did. I would have too. I try to help whenever I can…but in the case of the car I saw, I’m simply not physically able to help. But in other respects, I do what I can — it is never wrong to be kind and compassionate.

      • I know it was wrong of them. I don’t think there’s an organisation to help homeless people with dogs here and I wouldn’t know where to start. If I see him this week I’ll ask.
        I get you with the car. My efforts would have been futile too!

  2. I start to think, “If there were more people like that…” Then I realize that there ARE more people like that. The loudmouths, clowns, haters, and buffoons (insert appropriate rude and extremely vulgar substitutions here) get all of the press so you can think they have taken over the world, but they hasn’t.

    Yet. And they won’t if we don’t allow them to.

  3. I think people are essentially good, but then again I live in a bubble. I know there are plenty of really bad people out there too. I am glad your story had a happy ending.

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