are depressing and bleak enough as it is.
Today I sat in a waiting room at the Clinic in town, casually tapping my toes to the music in my head and talking to some fellow students that also happened be waiting in the seats next to me.
I was actually shocked at the unusual amount of people in the waiting room, and though I am by no means a regular at the Clinic, it seemed like this was only recently a growing problem. So I asked around, and found out that due to sequestration and budget cuts, the Staff taking care of everyone was a little shorthanded, and had been for a while now.
So as the room filled up, I noticed that not only were there a decent amount of students and young people waiting, but there were even more elderly folks resting in the chairs and up against the walls.
That’s when all the seats filled up, and somehow the clamoring of teenagers and the slow breaths of the elderly both managed to take control of the room.
And in came a small, frail, elderly gentlemen, whose name I later learned was Gary.
Gary dragged his walker and oxygen tank into the waiting room, and scanned the room for an empty seat to rest his bones.
Upon not seeing one, he slowly sighed to himself and stumbled over to the wall across the room from me. He began to set his oxygen cart down and take his place leaning against the pastel wallpaper-
At this point, I quickly walked over to where he was and gladly told him that he was more than welcome to take my seat.
And all of a sudden, Gary’s deep hazel eyes swelled with joy and relief, he slowly turned the nozzle on his oxygen tank and began to speak-
“You know, I’ve been coming here every week for the last two years, and not once has someone offered me their seat. I don’t have the energy that I used to, and I don’t think I could possibly stand anymore. Thank you so much son.”
I was astounded, this man looked like he couldn’t even get out of bed without assistance, yet in a span of two years no one has given up their seat to him?
Shocked beyond words, I attempted to apologize for my fellow man as I carried his oxygen cart across to my seat. He sat down, and quickly fell asleep.
He wasn’t kidding, he really didn’t have the energy to stand anymore, he didn’t even have the energy to stay awake.
Today taught me lots of things, but mostly that there is never a moment where being a good human does not absolutely pay off. I happily stood next to Gary as he sat in the waiting room and slept softly, and after about 25 minutes longer my name was called by a pleasant and cheery nurse in royal blue scrubs and I followed her down the hall to my appointment.
She looked at me, and with concerned eyes said “Boy, you must have been standing out there for quite a long time!”
I looked at her, smiled my best good human smile and said-
“Not as long as some people.”
As I traversed all over campus in my daily routine, multiple collectives of girls kept asking me to take pictures with them.
It all started when I walked by one of the various donation tables set up along the path to the Student Center, and I donated (as a Good Human does) to the various fundraisers for Cancer, Heart Disease, The Women’s Center, and even the non-charitable booths like Fraternities and Sororities.
I wasn’t walking around with headphones in like I normally do today because the natural sounds of the hustle and bustle of campus really brought the day to life, and I think that this made me infinitely more approachable.
So as I walked to the last booth in a long stretch of donation baskets and happy humans, I noticed that one of the girls sitting at the booth was playing a song by Breezy Lovejoy, who I adore, and so I struck up a conversation as I donated. Said conversation led to me discussing with them my philosophy on my own music, and then on being a Good Human, and all of the girls asking for me to take a picture with them.
They said I seemed very genuine, and like I was a character off of some TV show. One of them even said that they could tell that I was going to be very successful in my life’s pursuits.
And I honestly don’t think that there is a better compliment than that.
So I posed for their picture, gave them my name, thanked them and continued my day.
But throughout the day other groups of people kept walking up to me and asking if I’d pose for a picture with them, and I of course happily obliged.
I just got to share my good energy, and listen to other people’s stories and opinions on who I was, one girl thought I was actually famous, and was convinced that I was bluffing to avoid more people gathering around us.
It was such a vast amount of positivity and friendliness to be surrounded in, and it has given me such a great outlook for today.
So I hope that this happiness never fades, and I hope you guys out there are filled with the same warmth and positivity that I am.