the beauty of kindness

I was riding my bike a few weeks ago. The sun was shining, sky sparkling and I was on my way to see a Lovely Friend. I was scooting along, up on my pedals, wind whipping my hair, feeling A Hundred Dollars! When suddenly, my chain flipped off and I came crashing down, skidding face-first along the road.

The street was deserted. I tried to catch my breath and extricate myself from my tangled bike-mess. My knees were bleeding like a little-kid, my Favourite-Red-Jacket was shredded! My chest was heaving as I willed away leaking tears.

Then someone behind me asked if I was ok.

Two guys. Bike messengers. Just walking out their front gate. They said I was clearly a sign that they were meant to be heading to the pub so early. They picked me up, dusted me off, fixed my bike and restored my faith in the world.

My Six-Pack-of-Beer delivered in stealth later that day didn’t seem enough of a thank you.

And then yesterday, in the city. I was chaining my bike when again, I heard a Hey! Smiling, asking about my knees, happy that I was back on my bike.

We chatted. I said thank you properly. And we both went our separate ways.

Sometimes the universe gets it just right.