The Kindness of Strangers

Yesterday  I found myself in quite a pickle. I was out walking my dogs and my three year old was riding his scooter. Somehow my bigger dog got the tendon of her back leg quite inextricably caught in the metal lever part of her leash. There was absolutely no way to get it off. I called my husband but he was in a meeting at work and couldn’t come. My dog was howling in pain. My child was leaving the scene with my other dog. I was quite overwhelmed.

Some people in my neighborhood driving by heard my dog squealing and stopped to help me. It was a woman I had seen walking her dogs before and about four men she had in her vehicle. They quickly assessed the situation. One of the men folk said he would have to cut the metal to get her free. He drove to his home and got a dremel to cut through the metal. These men  were in the street on the ground with me holding my dog down. Meanwhile the other fella was cutting the metal, and the lady was watching my son and my other dog.  They freed my dog.  They were in nice clothes and got a little blood on their hands.  I was so overwhelmed I looked at all of them afterwards and just burst into tears. I was so appreciative of the kindness they had shown.  The lady embraced me and said it was ok, she understood, and would see me around. They all got back into the vehicle and drove away.

Afterwards I felt so impotent. I wanted to thank them appropriately. I wanted to give them something. I hated that there was nothing I could do. I know the lady lives in my neighborhood. I hope to see her again one day when I’m not so emotional. Until then I will pay it forward and try to help someone else.

Afterwards I found myself thinking of the episode of The Simpsons when they did a production of a Streetcar Named Desire.  They sang a nifty little song, these are the lyrics:

You can always depend on the kindness of
strangers…

To pluck up your spirits, and shield you from
dangers…

Now here’s a tip from Blanche you won’t
regret…

A stranger’s just a friend you haven’t met…
You haven’t met…

 

Anyway moving on from the sappy stuff.  I made some pattern weights.

IMG_5803 IMG_5804I used scraps and filled them with rice. They were an instant hit with my kids. I will have to make them some.

I hope your week started out better than mine. I regret that my dog got hurt, but I love that I was able to experience the kindness of strangers. It really has rid me of some of the cynicism and fear that the media likes to plant in our hearts.