When my depression (oh God: he’s on about it AGAIN!!!) is grumbling way in the background, like this week, it’s easier for me to see good people doing good things. And it’s been a good week for just that.
Earlier in the week, I caught a local bus into town, which ambled amiably through Eastville, St Werburghs and finally Stokes Croft. I would describe the single decker bus as a ‘rattler’ but it rattled to good effect.
The bus users were a varied bunch including younger people, people with learning difficulties, frail old people and middle aged old codgers like me. They were of many colours too. And they were all lovely. When a disabled old person got on, a not-much-younger old person offered his seat for her. Then a young woman helped a disabled person get on the bus along with their ‘walker’. And everyone made room for a young woman with a pram. The bus ride was over in ten minutes and the small acts of kindness just kept coming.
I drove to Morrison’s in Cribbs Causeway this morning and there were plenty of similar little happenings, from simply opening doors for people to helping an old lady take the shopping from her trolley and putting it into her car. Even a simple, “ladies first” motion from a mere male strikes me as A Good Thing, and proper manners, even if some folk find it patronising and old fashioned. Each to their own.
And earlier this week, to a funeral where a wonderful woman was laid to rest and and people celebrated her life. Again, more simple acts of kindness, like holding doors open, allowing someone to sit with friends and family by kind people moving elsewhere, by people making generous contributions to a good cause, by offering unconditional love to the bereaved. Out of sadness came some good.
And if you look not too hard, you can see it everywhere. In the media, and on social networks, we are fed a constant diet of seeing bad people doing bad things but I have said before that I firmly believe there are far more people doing good things than bad things.
Nowadays, I always make a point in chatting to elderly people if they are on their own, even if it’s just a hello or brief chat about the weather because I know that for some people I might be the only person they speak to all day (poor them, I know). Simple, often random acts of kindness. They don’t cost anything and they can mean everything.
I’m trying to be a better person every day. Doing good things for others makes me feel good, too. We should all try it.