A Little Bit of Patience and Kindness Please

In our town, we have a couple of thoroughfares that are heavily used. These 4 lane roads with 35 mph posted speeds (but everyone goes 40 or even 45) are in mostly commercial/business areas although there is some multi family housing in the area. As you can imagine, crossing the street as a pedestrian might be challenging at best, darn near impossible at worst. Until our city installed pedestrian crossings. These are a new addition, I think we have 5 or 6 of them now. They have greatly improved pedestrian safety. But not everyone is pleased with them as they slow the progress of the traffic. 

Yesterday as I was driving home from work, I was stopped at one of the pedestrian crossings with a car next to me also waiting. As I watched the person crossing the street, I recognized him as a Special Olympics participant. He has basketball practice at the same time as The Boy. He always says hi to The Boy and me when we see him. Clearly there is some Adult DD housing somewhere in the area as more often than not I recognize the people crossing the street as Special Olympics participants. 

This particular person, we'll call him Troy, has some ambulatory issues. So he moves a little slower than the average Joe. (Whoever wanted to be average anyway) As he was making his way in front of the car beside me, the driver honked and made gestures for Troy to hurry along. And my heart broke just a little. I tried to hide it as I smiled and waved at Troy, hoping he would think I was the one that honked. He smiled and waved back, yelling "Hi (The Boy's) mom". But I don't think he was fooled. Not for a minute. And my heart broke a little bit more. 

In that instance what I saw was my boy in 15 or 20 years. I see him doing his best to maneuver his way through this world that simply was not made for him. I see him taking care of himself, following the rules, happy with his life and in his world. I see him proudly walking back home from the nearby store with a snack paid for with his own earnings. And then I see some jack@$$ being impatient and unkind. Yelling at "the retard" to hurry up. Honestly, I go from a broken heart to my blood boiling in about 0.6 seconds. 

Sometime I want to yell from the rooftops "What is wrong with people?!?!" And I don't mean the ones with developmental disabilities. I mean all the people who are so impatient and unkind. The ones who think those extra 10 or 20 seconds affected their life. Really? What did it actually cost you to wait? Most likely nothing. But I can tell you what it cost the Troy's of the world when you treat them that way. 

It costs them their dignity. It costs them their self respect. It costs them their confidence. It costs them their ability to go out into this world which is just as much theirs as it is yours. It eventually costs them the ability to work, socialize, live even semi independently. Because if every time you venture out into the world you are treated like you don't belong, like you aren't good enough; well eventually you believe it. And then you quit trying. 

How hard is it to just be kind. Patience doesn't cost a thing. But it can sure make another person's life a whole lot more manageable, and dare I say, even better.

As Ellen says when she ends her show every day "Be kind to one another." Please.

The Kindness of a Stranger

To the Lady on "M" Street:

I drove by your street again today. And just like every other time I drive by there, I thought about you. It's been almost 3 years since that day. A day that stays with me. 

We were on the way to the hospital for yet another abdominal x-ray when it happened. The Boy got a bloody nose. At all of 5 years old, with numerous special needs and very little verbal skills; bloody noses freak him out. Completely. Freak. Him. Out.

I had to pull over, and chance would have it that I stopped in front of your house. We got out of the car, The Boy screaming bloody murder for all the world to hear. He's running up and down the street. I'm trying to grab him, hold him. He's hitting and kicking trying to get away. He's splitting blood everywhere. I'm covered in it, he's covered in it, its getting all over the sidewalk. I have no idea what it looked like to a passer by, but I'm sure it was a sight to make anyone pause.

I didn't even notice when you came out of your house. I have no idea how long you watched us. I was a little preoccupied.  I didn't notice you until you gently touched my shoulder. You quietly asked if there was anything you could do to help. Was there someone you could call for me. Nearly in tears myself and using all my energy to try and calm my child, I could only shake my head. And I thought you left.

But you returned just a few minutes later with a couple of damp towels. You quietly handed them to me and stepped back. The Boy had finally stopped kicking and hitting.  He was sitting on my lap, still crying, still spitting blood; but he let me place a damp towel on his face. A while later when the bleeding had stopped, you were back with 2 glasses of cold water. And still, you said nothing, asked nothing. You simply did what you could to help, quietly, unassuming.

I have no idea what you thought. I sometimes wonder. Here is this kid who looks like he's 7 or 8 years old in a complete meltdown panic, fighting the women he's with, blood going everywhere. I'm surprised you didn't call the police. But I'm thankful you didn't.

We spoke very few words. When The Boy was calm enough I put him back in the car. I turned and looked at you embarrassed, exhausted, holding bloody towels. You smiled and said keep them, you may need them on your way home. And you slowly turned with the empty glasses in your hands and returned to your house. I think I mumbled thank you before I turned to get in my car. 

Later at home I washed your towels with the intent of returning them to you. But I couldn't get the bloody, grimy stains out even with repeated washings and bleach. So I gave up. I never went back to your house. I never truly thanked you for your kindness. That part sits heavy on my heart. You have no idea how much your kindness meant to me. You never asked any questions, you never passed any judgment, you simply tried to help. And that spoke volumes to me. The world could learn a few lessons from you, me included.

And please know this, every time I drive by your street I whisper thank you.