Those three little words.
Jessica sent me a message asking if I would do a bike ride with her , and I said yes. Despite having a crazy upcoming week, and an evening work event to attend after the ride, I could not resist, plus we always have a blast doing these events. I have become a little addicted to the runs, walks, and rides that I never would have been able to complete a couple of years ago. The ride was not very long just over 8 miles, but it was on city streets in traffic and had hills. Hills and I are not friends, as a matter of fact we broke up years ago and have not been able to get back together.
Jess and I are not helmet people, I know that sounds stupid but it’s the truth. I like the wind in my hair, I like the freedom of talking as I peddle along unless I am by myself listening to music, but I also like my brain safely tucked inside my skull so we opted to wear the required helmets though we both looked like mutant biking turtles. (Sorry Jess, we do) There are pictures which will not be posted..ooohhhhhh look a nice picture of my bike instead!
The ride started in Cincinnati traveling into Kentucky and along a series of small river towns, passing through my hometown where both Jess’s mom and my mom would meet us along the route in support of our early Sunday morning shenanigans. We would bike past my old high school and to the other end of the town where we would hop on a road that runs along the river. It’s a winding, blacktop of memories where Friday night joy rides after football games ensued and third date kisses were known to happen. The view along the path was a slow, lazy drifting of yesterdays.
We stopped for a swig of Gatorade and snack before heading back. It was on our return that I would be reminded that kindness really does lurk in the strangest of places. I was peddling up a hill not sure if I would make it, on the lowest gear as my legs struggled to keep my momentum going, I thought I would fail. I got mad, I kept saying to myself do not stop peddling, it was not graceful and it certainly lacked the effortless speed and control some of the riders in their super speedy bikes with matching outfits possess. Out of breath, sweating like crazy under my turtle shell, I turned the corner at the top of the hill. I heard them coming, they sounded like a car zooming by, those racing speedsters who had just watched me struggle up the hill.
WAY TO GO!!!!!!!!! they shouted the last one in the line of speedy racers gave me the thumbs up. In a flash they were gone, but they left behind a little of their fire for me to ride through.
In that second my jello legs turned strong again and I reclaimed my place (who am I kidding, and my balance) and I rode on.
What a simple act of kindness, three little words from strangers who do not know me, or owe me anything. It might not mean much to some but for me it means that I exist. It means that my movement in the world, in this body can be seen and my effort no matter how ham-handed or slow is of value.
What words of kindness has someone said to you that have made a difference?
At the end of each post for the next two months I will remind you and challenge you to post an act of kindness you experience(d) from the smallest of intentions to something that will leave or has left a lasting imprint on your life, it all matters! Maybe you will view kindness differently or help others see the world through a different lens …here is the link to share your thoughts, and remember I will make a donation to Recycled Doggies for each post, if you would rather e-mail me privately you can do so at email@example.com