My bad day transcended into a bad week. Bahumburger! Cookies to burgers back to more boxes of cookies and cannisters of Pringles. As much as my body’s used to the unhealthiest of foods, my stomach is doing flip-flops from all the crap I’ve consumed. I feel like a midgety blip of transfat. Yucky, unhealthy, and mad at the world. My demeanor is so against what I thought I learned with The Secret. You are what you think and all I’ve been is negative lately.
After a day of working, I took a break to go to the gym. I ran myself into the brink of exhaustion, then made it worse by broiling in the steam room for twenty minutes. I walked out of the steam room, head spinning, and laid down on a bench to catch my breath. I practically passed out, just laying there, hoping no one needed the bench.
I felt someone tap me and I figured my time was up. Someone needed the bench. I blinked awake to see the cleaning attendant tap me back down. “It’s ok, you sleep,” she soothed as she propped a towel behind my head, wrapped me in one of the bigger towels from the spa, and pulled another bench over, so she could take my legs and extend them out fully.
I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t stop thinking about her kindness. Good things happen to me all the time, but I can (at least for now) only think of one other time when a complete stranger has been so caring. This one was so simple and so humbling. My bad week seemed to melt away. Here’s this cleaning lady who’s graciously being warm and sweet. Who does that these days? Even if I had the time, I think nowadays I would totally second-guess myself. She’s going to think I’m weird if I prop a towel behind her head. What will she think?
There are good people in this world. I mean, I know there are…but complete strangers! I have to write the JCC and tell them about her. She just made my day.