Random Act of Kindness

You ever hear of doing a "Random Act of Kindness"? I've heard of it, but as far as I know, I've never actually done one. Yesterday, however, a random person in my apartment complex did one for me.

It started to snow while I was in class, and so when I got outside it was snowing pretty hard. I walked home but by the time I got home I was soaked through, my hands were red, I was wearing my only jeans, and my glasses were fogged up and soaked. I had to take my glasses off to see at all, and my vision definitely isn't the best. Chelsey was in the office when I got into the building, and when I mentioned I was wearing my only jeans she told me to grab some extra quarters to dry them. So I grabbed some quarters and headed upstairs to my apartment so I could change out of my clothes (by then I was shivering) and put a load of laundry in the washers.

I had to borrow some pajama pants from my roommate and best friend, Meg. Once I was done changing, I put a load in the wash, and took a hot shower. My clothes were done in the wash by the time I got out of the shower, so I went down to switch loads. However, when I got down there, a girl was at the washer I was using, putting her clothes in there and talking on the phone. I was just beginning to wonder where my clothes were when she pointed at the dryer that was on in there. I was confused. I asked her if she turned it on and everything and she said yeah, and said sorry for stealing my washer.

I shrugged this off and Meg and I met up with Hannah and went out for Taco Bell then bought some groceries. When I got back, I stopped in the laundry room to check on my clothes. They were all neatly folded on the top of the dryer, with my socks off to the side, and a note on the stack of clothes.

All I can say, is I'm so grateful to whoever she is, for helping me do my laundry. It's days like yesterday when I feel like some people are actually really nice!

So, maybe from now on I'll try to do what I can about doing a Random Act of Kindness.

Have a good day, everyone!

<3Claire

PS: I wrote this sometime back in February/March, to give you a time frame. Just now posting it because for some reason I forgot to post it when I wrote it.

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