All posts tagged kindness

Albuquerque Bus Terminal

Published March 8, 2014 by mssprinkle

Let me start by clarifying right up front that I am in no need of rescue. I always have the fifth graders start phone calls to their parents that way, “I am not sick, or hurt, or in very much trouble, but I need you to please help me remember to bring my library books tomorrow.”
I am sitting in the bus depot/train station in Albuquerque, New Mexico, on a Saturday afternoon, waiting to catch the Railrunner train to Santa Fe. We thought this would be fun. After catching a 6 AM flight, six hours later I am hanging out here watching the security guard deal with a sick, drunk guy. Watching a girl who looks about 20 deal with a half dozen fussy preschoolers who are all calling her Mama. Watching a couple of people move from group to group trying to resell candy bars for a dollar. Watching a person surreptitiously try to change clothes inside a coat. Watching the world go by.
My travels today will end at the #1 rated hotel in Santa Fe, where I have an appointment for a massage and a nice dinner to get my super-relaxing spring break vacation started. I am grateful that my path lead through this place. I think this has been a lovely, gentle reminder that I am blessed. Undeservedly blessed.
I attended Ash Wednesday services earlier this week and asked God to give me hope. Here I am.
Hearing the compassion in the security guard’s voice as he helps gather up the sick guy’s belongings. Watching the patience of the young mother doling out candy to her babies. Sharing some smiles with these people in my path. I hope the folks at the fancy place in Santa Fe are as nice as the people at the bus station.


“Who are you trying to fool here?”

Published January 12, 2014 by mssprinkle

I understand that negative comments are just part of internet life.  If I am brave enough to hit “publish” on my little musings and send them out into the blogosphere, I have to expect that some percentage of the responses I may get will be negative.  Okay.  Got it.

After my first couple of happy days filled with nothing but cheerful affirmation, this morning I finally had that expected negative comment.  “WTF – who do you think you are trying to fool here?”  said some snarky person who was passing by my little corner of the internet.  I was very comfortable with hitting “trash” on this comment – this is my little corner, after all, and I don’t have to let anybody else rain on my parade.  I don’t condone meanness in any other context and I was prepared to just sweep this away as nothing special.  

Then I noticed the name.  The name was familiar.  Hmmm…

Turns out the person who made the first unfriendly comment here is the author of a blog I really like!  I do not know this individual personally, but after running across their writing as part of the Zero to Hero assignments, I have spent quite a bit of time enjoying their work. 


I seriously considered going right straight over to their blog to give them a piece of my mind.  Much like when I rolled down my car window to chastise some random children I encountered playing in the street on Saturday.  “Does your mother know you are playing in the street?  Get out of the street!”  (You may have an inkling of why my own children sometimes found me a bit embarrassing – one of my quirks is that I can’t always leave that teacher voice at school!).  But it strikes me that this is probably not a child doing something dangerous.  It’s an adult doing something unkind.  And we adults really don’t have much right now adays to expect each other to behave kindly, do we?  

“There is no excuse for rudeness.”  “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”  “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”  We tell children these things.  My mama was really big on that first one.  I bet she had a secret tattoo of that someplace – in the seventies most mamas did not have visible tattoos.  But she said that ALL the time.  “There is no excuse for rudeness.”  Okay, okay, mom, I get it.

So I really can’t go over to that blog in good conscience and respond in kind.  Besides, I LIKE that blog, even if I now realize I might not like that person all that much.  I expect my mom is someplace feeling proud of me.  I hope the things I said to my kids ALL THE TIME stick with them as well.