Kindness

How I got to El Paso

I tend to forget people are good. Wherever I go, I go as a soldier marching-all vigilante. Yeah, there are a few bad apples here and there, but for the most part it’s beautiful to be reminded that people care. That people love, that we like to help and we like to make someone’s life easier.

I arrived in El Paso by bus downtown after a long 15-hour bus ride. My hair as if I was from the 80’s, my clothes all stained from ware, my eyes red, and my smell as if I didn’t shower for days. I have to say, not my best look.

I walked around for a few minutes, and needed to deposit some cash in my bank. After failing to find two credit unions I found from a google search, I decided to just wait until I went home (in a few weeks) to make my cash deposits. At that moment, I was in a lonely parking lot behind an old building, about to walk back to the center to figure out a way to get to my hotel for the night, a SUV pulled out of the parking lot, and a man and his wife with a thick Mexican accent asked if I needed help. After explaining what was happening they graciously took me to a credit union close by, and drove me to my hotel.

Now, I am not a religious person at all (far from it). But, at that very moment, when I was completely alone in a place I’ve never been in, out of the blue appeared who I needed most. Just two people, who knew what to do, who knew the area and lent a helping hand. This is what I like to think of as God, and its a small thing, but to recognize a moment like this is to recognize the beauty and humanity within each of us. Small as it may seem, this act reminded me why, no matter how small a deed, it has an impact. Which is better than non at all.